voice growled; the Three-Leafed Thousand Thunder Grass seemed extremely displeased.
    "Oh, really, immortal grass? Tsk tsk, aren't you shameless," Qin Yi couldn't help but mock upon hearing the grass's boast.
    "Qin Yi, say that again if you dare!" The Three-Leafed Thousand Thunder Grass roared from the purple-gold necklace.
    The purple-gold necklace flickered with lightning, giving it an eerie appearance.
    Then, a purple-gold phantom bolt of lightning shot towards Qin Yi, fierce and wild, manifesting the image of a medicinal plant in the air.
    Seeing this, Qin Yi quickly reached for the purple-gold necklace around his neck, pulling it off with a firm tug.
    "What are you doing, Qin Yi?!" The Three-Leafed Thousand Thunder Grass's voice roared angrily from within.
    The necklace erupted with tiny, violent bolts of lightning.
    "I'm going to help you cool off!" Qin Yi said with a mischievous smile.
    He hurled the purple-gold necklace at the phantom bolt of lightning.
    "Qin Yi! Just you wait!" The grass's wrathful voice filled the room, a murderous aura pervading the space.
    In an instant, the necklace and the phantom lightning collided.
    "Crackle~"
    The necklace burst with terrifying lightning intent, aiming to engulf the phantom.
    As they clashed, the inner demon had already stealthily approached Qin Yi.
    
    "Lower! Seven! Fists!"
    "Lower Seven Fists!"
    They shouted simultaneously. Their fists, infused with purple-gold lightning, clashed, and sparks flew.
    "Bang!"
    The repulsive force pushed them both back.
    "Squeee~"
    Their silhouettes paused simultaneously, glancing at each other with lightning crackling in their eyes.
    
    Meanwhile, on the side...
    "What is this nonsense? Fake imitations of me!" The Three-Leafed Thousand Thunder Grass was displeased, glaring at its phantom counterpart.
    "Die, imposter!" The necklace transformed into a two-leafed purple-gold grass, wrapped in lightning, resembling a thunder god.
    It swung its long leaves, unleashing terrifying bolts of purple-gold lightning, lighting up strange runes that released peculiar lightning.
    "You think you can beat the genuine article? Dream on!" The grass struck the air, its shadowy lightning projection descending fiercely.
    The phantom counterpart's mixed lightning clashed with equal strength.
    
    At this time, Qin Yi and his inner demon were fighting fiercely, whirlwind punches landing brutally.
    Qin Yi was covered in injuries, blood trickling from his mouth. His inner demon remained unscathed, standing defiantly across from him.
    "Spit!"
    Qin Yi spat blood, his figure shadowed by his blood-red hair and bloodied attire.
    "Three Steps of Floating Cloud!"
    Refusing to concede, Qin Yi charge

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