ese words, Qin Yi slashed swiftly, a golden blood-colored blade of light cutting through the air, bursting with varying elemental energies.
    "Ting!"
    The light blade collided with the phantom golden bell, and the green patterns on the bell unleashed ripping energy towards the light blade.
    "Not good!" Qin Yi thought, his feet flashing with golden spiritual energy, making him move swiftly.
    "Thunder, go!"
    He shouted, sending out purple-gold lightning bolts that struck the bell.
    "Boom~"
    The roars of thunder sounded like a fury unleashed, the fierce purple-gold lightning striking the bell but being absorbed by its patterns.
    "What’s this pattern that can absorb my lightning power?" Qin Yi muttered, puzzled, as he continued to gather purple-gold lightning in his hands.
    "Take my Thunder Punch!"
    His lightning-imbued fist clenched, veins bulging with power.
    "Clang!"
    The terrifying thunderous punch met the bell, lightning scattering but having no effect.
    "How is there an invisible force blocking my lightning?" The more Qin Yi thought, the more perplexed he became.
    "Whatever you are, break for me!" Qin Yi threw a sword seal, purple-gold lightning clashing against the bell.
    An invisible sword shadow aimed at the bell but disintegrated against the unseen force surrounding it, frustrating Qin Yi.
    The bell emitted a low chime, its patterned glow increasing its speed and the pressure on Qin Yi.
    "This... this feeling..." Qin Yi felt an immense pressure but also excitement, smiling brightly.
    "Every weapon has its momentum, swords have their might, spears have their force... bells have their intent. Could it be..."
    Qin Yi's eyes widened at the approaching bell.
    "This must be the bell’s might, so heavy and unyielding," he said, astonished.
    The bell seemed to respond, its invisible force intensifying against Qin Yi.
    "You have the bell’s might, so I’ll use my sword’s might to break you!"
    Unfazed by the pressure, Qin Yi charged his broken sword with lightning, aiming at the bell.
    "What is my sword’s might?" Qin Yi questioned internally, continuously slashing at the bell with lightning.
    The bell descended relentlessly, absorbing his purple-gold lightning without effect.
    "Kid, what are you doing!" an irritated voice snapped from his neck—the Three-Leafed Thousand Thunder Grass.
    But Qin Yi, lost in thought, ignored it, repetitively swinging his sword.
    "You fool! Wake up! We’re going to die!" the grass roared, but Qin Yi stood unmoved.
    "Clang~"
    The bell's chimes grew louder as it neared, Qin Yi's soul deep in contemplation.
    "Sword's might, what is my sword’s might?!" his mind echoed.
    "Qin Yi! You’re ruthless!"
    A tiny bolt of purple-gold lightning sho

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