Shen Luo was frantic. His water techniques could not extinguish the golden flames at all, and he had no way to deal with them.
Facing the surging inferno, he could only wave his hand in desperation and summon the Pure Yang Sword Embryo. He gripped its hilt with both hands, shut his eyes, and suddenly recalled the time in his dream when he had fought a sword-wielding heavenly soldier within the Golden Pagoda.
One of that heavenly soldier's sword techniques, Heaven-Raking Fire, suddenly appeared before his eyes.
"To hell with it. If I die, I die!"
Shen Luo let out a furious shout and abruptly opened his eyes. Grasping the Pure Yang Sword Embryo as though it were a divine sword, he did not chop straight downward. Instead, he swung the blade in an arc before him to gather force, then suddenly slashed upward at an angle.
Though Shen Luo had never practiced the sword arts cultivated by that heavenly soldier, driven by his desperate will to survive, he cast aside every distracting thought and somehow executed this strike with both form and spirit.
A sword cry like a lion's roar suddenly rang out. Blinding crimson sword light flared from the Pure Yang Sword Embryo, forming a rapidly expanding crescent-shaped sword arc in midair that cleaved into the sea of flames.
With a thunderous whoosh, it was as though a gale had risen.
The entire advancing sea of flames halted at once under the force of that wind pressure. The crescent sword arc shot through the flames before finally soaring into the sky and vanishing.
Yet within the raging fire sea, a hollow nearly a hundred feet wide had appeared.
The flames there had been extinguished by the sword arc, leaving only a black trench dozens of yards long on