t from his neck, transforming into a small two-leafed grass—the Three-Leafed Thousand Thunder Grass.
    "We’ll settle this later!" the grass pointed its leaves at Qin Yi, forming a ripple in the air.
    A gold beam launched at the grass, rippling with an invisible force.
    "So this is the mighty force my father spoke of? Doesn’t seem so tough!" the grass scoffed, forming the Three-Leafed Thunder Seal.
    Thunder of various colors flickered in the sky as the grass shaped three bolts into a seal, pressing it against the beam.
    "Zi~"
    Lightning crackled as the seal clashed with the beam, neither side giving way, but the invisible force held strong.
    "Pop!"
    The seal and beam disintegrated into dust.
    "Strong defense, huh? Let me show you an unstoppable attack!" The grass exploded with five different lightnings.
    "Boom!"
    Five-colored thunder roared around the grass—purple-gold, white, black, blue, yellow—painting the sky vividly, facing off against the golden.
    "Thunder Spear Transformation!" the grass commanded, the five thunders forming majestic spears around it.
    "Thunder Spear Assault!"
    The phantom golden bell shuddered, emitting a loud chime.
    "Clang!"
    Invisible soundwave power targeted the grass, which countered with the five thunders.
    The golden bell, like an elephant charging an ant, descended with overwhelming force.
    The grass intensified its thunder, fusing it into the spears.
    "Huh? Why’s the grass here?" Qin Yi woke up, confused by the scene.
    "Qin Yi!" the grass roared in anger, startling him.
    "Huh?! What’s happening?"

Chapter Forty: The Might of the Thunder Sword (Please Support)

    "What's wrong with you?! You dare ask!" The Three-Leafed Thousand Thunder Grass was infuriated as it pointed a leaf at Qin Yi, scolding him.
    Qin Yi, looking innocent, sheathed his broken sword and walked nonchalantly to a patch of unbroken ground to sit down, watching the ongoing battle between the grass and the ancient bells in the sky.
    "Clang!"
    The golden bell emitted a resounding chime, its thick golden light radiating in waves from its body.
    "Damn bell!" The grass curled its leaves tightly, erupting with violent thunder.
    "Little grass, you’re out of your league, want my help?" Qin Yi teased, his smile sinister.
    "Who needs your help!" the grass retorted disdainfully.
    The golden waves struck the five thunder spears, their pressure compressing the spears.
    "No... don’t take my lightning!" The grass roared, unleashing a torrent of thunder and charging forward.
    Qin Yi’s feet crackled with ferocious purple-gold lightning.
    "Bang!"
    With a powerful leap, he soared into the sky, each step leaving a trail of lightning patterns that increased his speed.
    "What’

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