saying no more.
    Everyone fell silent, waiting for the challengers to emerge from the tower.

    Inside the Wandering Spirit Tower:
    The golden bell and the purple-gold sword aura clashed fiercely, neither backing down.
    "My sword, the epitome of dominance, who can stand against it?!" Qin Yi's voice echoed, his broken sword trembling with excitement.
    "Sword, go!"
    Qin Yi threw the broken sword towards the bell, the blade gleaming with a cold light, surrounded by golden blood-colored spiritual energy, and purple-gold lightning shooting from the hilt.
    The sword flew like lightning towards the bell, a dominating aura enveloping it.
    "Ting~"
    The sword tip struck the bell, immediately invading it with powerful energy. Purple-gold lightning guarded the sword.
    "Feel the taste of being torn apart!" Qin Yi laughed coldly.
    He lightly tapped the air with his toes, lightning forming a pattern below him as he flew towards the bell.
    "Clang~ Clang."
    The golden bell chimed repeatedly, trying to shake off the sword, but the blood-colored broken sword remained unmoved, as if fixed in place.
    A lightning-imbued hand hit the sword hilt, pushing it deeper and creating cracks in the bell.
    "Seven More Punches!"
    Qin Yi's other hand glowed with purple-gold lightning, looking like the god of thunder himself.
    He punched the bell hard, lightning curling around his fist.
    "Dong~ Dong~"
    Six punches rang out, each one creating more cracks in the bell.
    "Break for me!" Qin Yi snarled, delivering a final punch.
    "Boom!"
    His lightning fist hit the sword hilt, powerful purple-gold lightning coursing through it.
    "Whoosh~"
    The broken sword pierced through the bell, which shattered with a deafening explosion.
    "Three Steps of Floating Cloud."
    Utilizing a mystical footwork, Qin Yi rapidly advanced.
    "Stop!"
    He commanded, moving with lightning speed.
    "Dong."
    Qin Yi caught the flying sword, twisting it to unleash a sword light that cracked the ground.
    Floating in the air, gripping the blood-colored sword, his blood-red hair flying, surrounded by purple-gold lightning, Qin Yi looked like a descending deity.
    Three golden bells lunged at him in a last-ditch effort, which he met with cold eyes.
    "Not shedding tears until you see your coffin!"
    With a cold sneer, he slashed out another domineering lightning blade.
    "Clang!"
    The bells were flung away by the enormous sound.
    Qin Yi called up the thunder sword aura, an overwhelming sword force emanating from his blade.
    "Instant Thunder Sword."
    With a shout, bolts of lightning flashed.
    The blade gleamed, emitting an immensely domineering energy.
    Bells chimed, soundwaves striking Qin Yi, tearing his robes t

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