ed the fist in his hand.
    "Boom~ Boom."
    Purple-gold lightning erupted from within the bell, disintegrating it with immense energy.
    "Hmph! You think you can challenge me?" he taunted.
    "Dong~"
    Another powerful chime rang out, causing Qin Yi to step back.
    Outside, the chime again piqued everyone’s curiosity. A beam of red light suddenly descended in front of the tower, raising the temperature sharply.
    The red light transformed into a middle-aged man in crimson robes, adorned with lifelike flame patterns.
    "Greetings, Sect Leader!" everyone present greeted in unison, bowing respectfully.
    "Hmm," the crimson-robed man responded softly.
    "Sect Leader, do you know what's going on?" the white-haired elder asked.
    "Someone has reached the final level of the Wandering Spirit Tower," he answered solemnly.
    "The final level?! Could it be..." The elder trailed off, garnering everyone's attention.
    "Is it Qin Yi in the tower?" Zhao Long asked Xu Yan and Zhou Guang.
    "Our junior has been in there for quite some time," Xu Yan said seriously.
    "I see, it might just be that boy causing all this," Zhao Long smiled, fanning himself.
    "By the way, where are Luo Qi and Ye Peng?" Zhao Long inquired again.
    "Luo Qi is training his spear technique outside, and Ye Peng might be contemplating the Purple Sandalwood Leaf he acquired," Zhou Guang replied.
    Zhao Long nodded understandingly and turned his gaze back to the tower. Xu Yan and Zhou Guang joined him.
    Silence fell over the area.
    "Clock bells! Come again!" Qin Yi taunted the nearby ancient bells, his face full of defiance.
    "Dong~Dong~Dong~"
    Three loud chimes echoed, and invisible waves shot towards him.
    "What?! Get lost!" Swinging his broken sword, Qin Yi parried the waves.
    "Ting-ting-ting."
    Qin Yi pointed his sword at three bells, his eyes sharp and blood-red hair billowing. Purple-gold lightning surrounded his hands, and golden spiritual energy swirled at his feet.
    "Outnumbering me? Let’s see if you can!" He charged at the bells, wielding both fist and sword.
    "Three Steps of Floating Cloud."
    "Lower Seven Fists!"
    Moving swiftly, he threw phantom lightning punches.
    The three bells spread out and charged at him, his lightning punches missing. Qin Yi broke into a cold sweat.
    "Dong—Dong—Dong!"
    Three loud chimes echoed, and he felt a strong dizziness in his soul.
    "Argh!" Qin Yi roared, his eyes bloodshot.
    Swinging his sword, he channeled golden spiritual energy into it.
    "Hya!"
    A massive golden blade emerged, clashing fiercely with the bells, creating a piercing noise.
    "Get lost!" he yelled. A bloody egg phantom appeared behind him, emitting a powerful aura.
    "Taste my sword!" Swinging his 

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