Qin Yi felt a surge of determination.
    "I won’t be beaten by you!"
    Grasping his broken sword tightly, his inner golden-blood Thunder Essence spun rapidly, sending waves of purple-gold lightning through his veins.
    "Hah!"
    The sword sparkled with lightning, pointing at the tornado.
    "Sword, go!"
    He threw the sword, the lightning around it coalescing, converging with the surrounding aura.
    The black bell's intricate patterns gleamed as an eerie aura emanated, sending chills.
    The purple-gold lightning, accompanied by a dominating sword force, surged forward. The air around the tornado formed a protective shield.
    "Ding."
    The blood-colored sword struck the shield, purple-gold lightning lashing it fruitlessly.
    "Hum~"
    The black bell hummed, the tornado intensifying, a mighty airstream hitting the sword sideways.
    "Clang!"
    The sword was deflected and swept away by the tornado’s increased speed.
    Qin Yi’s eyes widened, rushing forward to reclaim his sword.
    "Damn bell, give me back my sword!"
    His angry shout echoed in the room.
    Three lightning patterns appeared at his feet, propelling him forward at breakneck speed. His hands crackled with lightning, his eyes radiating murderous intent.
    To Qin Yi, the broken sword was invaluable, not to be lost.
    Ignoring the air resistance, he punched the void with lightning fists, clearing his path.
    A streak of light shot towards the tornado, aiming straight for the black bell.
    Suddenly, a voice with a hint of amusement came from the tornado.
    "Still fighting?"

Chapter Forty-Three: Wandering Life?!

    "Who? Who's speaking?!" Qin Yi scanned the room, but he was alone.
    "Could it be...?" he murmured to himself.
    Suddenly, he looked up at the black bell within the tornado, mouth agape in surprise. "Is... it... you?!"
    All his aggression dissipated, and he fell to the ground, staring at the black bell.
    The black bell swayed slightly, causing the fierce tornado to vanish.
    Transforming into a black beam of light, the bell floated above Qin Yi. A voice emanated from it again, "Yes, it’s me!"
    Qin Yi's heart raced upon hearing the bell speak. He took a few steps back, looking at the floating bell with wide eyes.
    In that moment, time seemed to slow. Qin Yi blurted out, "You can talk? Why didn't you say something earlier instead of starting with a fight? Did you enjoy staying silent?!"
    Knowing the black bell could speak filled him with an inexplicable annoyance. If it had spoken earlier, it would have saved him a lot of trouble.
    "It’s been ages since anyone dared to be so insolent to me," the bell’s voice was grim.
    The atmosphere became chilling as the tension between Qin Yi and the black bell thickened.
    "Must 

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