broken sword, a red aura flew out.
    The red aura coiled around the sword’s edge. Qin Yi shook his arm.
    "Cross Thunder Sword."
    He thrust the sword forward, forming a cross of red aura lightning.
    Purple-gold lightning surged into the cross.
    "Go!"
    The cross-shaped red lightning, infused with violent thunder power, flew towards the bells.
    The bells emitted bright golden light, forming a shield.
    "Think this can stop me?" Qin Yi sneered.
    The cross-shaped charge struck the light shield, the domineering lightning splitting it.
    Cracks appeared on the shield. Qin Yi rushed forward.
    "Watch me smash you!" he sneered. His right hand gathered purple-gold lightning and golden spiritual energy.
    Punching the shield, the combined force invaded it.
    The bells' surfaces dimmed as gold patterns lost their luster.
    Qin Yi’s powerful punch split into three, striking each bell.
    "Dong~"
    Three loud chimes echoed, heard outside.
    As the bells exploded, a force struck Qin Yi unexpectedly.
    "Argh!"
    His chest felt crushed, and he spat blood, flying back.
    "D—amn—It!"

Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Might of the Bell

    "Dong!" A resounding chime echoed from below, filling the air with swirling sand that obscured vision.
    "Cough!"
    A soft cough followed, and Qin Yi spat a mouthful of blood forward, staining a small stone ahead of him. Droplets of blood dripped from the stone.
    "Daring to play dirty tricks? I’m tearing this place apart today!" Qin Yi roared in anger.
    His eyes burned with intense fury, blood dripped from his mouth, his robes were tattered, and a whip mark was visible across his chest.
    Above him floated four ancient bells, with a black bell guarded by three golden bells, like vassals protecting their lord.
    Qin Yi made a gesture towards the bells, running his thumb across his throat.
    "Clang!" The black bell seemingly responded with a commanding chime.
    The three golden bells immediately flew towards Qin Yi, merging their golden light.
    A grand, phantom golden bell descended upon Qin Yi, emitting soft chimes, and glowing patterns flickered on its surface.
    Qin Yi remained unfazed, raising his right hand and opening his palm.
    "Sword, come!"
    At Qin Yi's command, the blood-red broken sword in the distance emitted a low hum, remnants of sword intent flickering beside it.
    The sword trembled and lifted its blade, flying towards Qin Yi.
    "Whoosh!"
    The blood-red broken sword swiftly crossed the sky into Qin Yi's hand.
    "Let’s reclaim our honor!" Qin Yi turned the sword, and golden blood-colored spiritual energy imbued the blade.
    "Boom!"
    The phantom golden bell bore down with increasing force, its entangled patterns glowing.
    "Return!" With th

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