o reveal his muscular figure covered in cuts. He ignored the pain, relentlessly slashing out more sword light.
    "Sword’s might, the thunder sword's path: unmatched, annihilating all."
    He spoke softly.
    Purple-gold lightning gathered on the blood-colored sword as he raised it.
    "Break!"
    The sword glowed with cold light, cutting down with destructive sword light.
    A massive lightning sword light formed in the air, crossed with purple-gold lightning, radiating unparalleled dominance.
    The sword light slashed down, striking the bell trio.
    "Crack!" The surface burst instantly, revealing the true form of the bells.
    Qin Yi’s lips curled into a sinister smile.
    "Fall!"
    He struck with the blood-colored sword, releasing a devastatingly lethal sword force.
    Outside the tower, a middle-aged man in red sensed Qin Yi's domineering sword force, frowning.
    "Such a dominant sword force, it seems each generation of Cloud Wanderer Sect grows stronger," he thought proudly.
    An immense lightning sword light with overwhelming killing intent descended, the intricate patterns on the bells glowing brightly.
    "Trying that trick again? Think I'm a fool?" Qin Yi sneered, retreating with "Floating Cloud Steps."
    "Boom!"
    The bells couldn’t withstand the pressure and exploded, releasing a massive energy that Qin Yi avoided effortlessly.
    Briefly, he stood in the cleared room, staring at the sky.
    In the sky, a black bell floated, its elegant patterns looking mysterious.
    "Even if you look different from the other bells, I’ll shatter you the same!" Qin Yi roared, his last words especially loud.
    The black bell spun faster, whipping the air into a tornado.
    Qin Yi’s expression hardened, his sword flashing as he charged towards the tornado.

Chapter Forty-Two: The Powerful Black Bell

    "Instant Thunder Sword."
    Qin Yi slashed out with his blood-colored broken sword, the purple-gold lightning attached to it, moving seemingly slow yet incredibly fast. A flash of lightning crossed before his eyes, the sword emitting a cold glint, and an eerie aura spreading out.
    Qin Yi’s robes were tattered, bloodstained in places. A fierce tornado with violent energy approached, creating a grim atmosphere. The lightning flew towards the tornado at high speed, stray bolts sparking wildly.
    The tornado's rotation doubled, generating a massive force field preventing the lightning from approaching.
    "Whoosh~ Whoosh"
    The tornado spun faster and faster, the powerful airstream slicing through space with a sharp whistling sound. The small bolts of lightning couldn’t withstand the force and were pulled into the tornado's rotation.
    "What the—! This thing can do that?!" Qin Yi exclaimed, astonished by the scene before 

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