"Sorry for the trouble, Junior Brother. Please do it!" Qin Yuyan said urgently.
"Sure!" Lin Bai nodded and rode his sword straight into the sky. Qin Yuyan immediately ordered the surrounding martial artists to scatter. Standing high above the clouds, Lin Bai took the Demon Sword from his Storage Bag. It flew into his palm, and he gripped the sword and slashed down through the air.
His Sword Heart flashed. A heaven-opening, earth-splitting sword descended from the sky and cleaved straight into the ground. With a thunderous boom, the entire Valley of Certain Death shook violently.
Lin Bai's sword left a deep trench nearly a thousand meters long in the incomparably hard ground of the Valley of Certain Death. It was a hundred meters deep, and darkness seeped out from within, sending chills down the spine.
When Lin Bai split open the ground of the Valley of Certain Death, Qin Yuyan, Jiang Yao, and the others hurried forward to inspect it. But just then, a terrifying wave of Frost Poison and toxic cold suddenly gushed out of the trench, surging into the sky like a freezing current.
Standing high above the clouds, Lin Bai activated his Dharma Eye and looked into the trench. Sure enough, he saw a Yin Spring at the bottom, with three seven-colored flowers rooted above it.
The cold air erupting from the Yin Spring forced Qin Yuyan, Jiang Yao, and the others to retreat again and again. At that moment, Lin Bai dove down from the clouds and unleashed several consecutive slashes, cleaving apart the freezing current gushing from the Yin Spring before plunging into it.
"I never imagined that Fellow Daoist Qing Luo was actually a sword cultivator, and that his swordsmanship would be so unfathomably profound!" Jiang Yao was deeply shaken by the sword