One Person: Revitalize the Sword Sect, Start with the Sword Challenge of the Ten Lords

He knew very well that Handan's action was simply to protect himself, and this friendship warmed his heart, but at the same time he also knew that Ye Lin's strength was far beyond their imagination, and a head-on confrontation was not a wise move.

Ye Lin's gaze was like a cold star, coldly watching Yuan Tao as he tried to escape. "Want to escape? Too late." As he spoke, he flicked his fingers, and circles of ripples appeared in the air, barely discernible to the naked eye. It was the Wind Locking Technique that blocked all escape through space. Yuan Tao despairingly discovered that the escape spell had lost its effect.

"You...what did you do?" Yuan Tao's voice trembled with disbelief. The space around him seemed to become sticky, and every step was extremely difficult.

Ye Lin slowly walked towards Yuan Tao, a cold smile on his face: "In this world, there is no escape method that I, Ye Lin, cannot block. Accept your fate."

At this critical moment, a shrill and strange cry suddenly pierced the night sky. The cry seemed to contain some kind of indescribable power, which made people feel cold. Ye Lin's face changed slightly, and his eyes suddenly turned to the direction of the sound.

"Who?" he asked in a low voice, and the talisman in his hand glowed brighter, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

A figure in a black robe slowly emerged from the darkness. His face was pale, and his eyes were red and swollen, as if he had just cried bitterly. It was Xue Fan. He stumbled out, holding a mourning stick. The air around him seemed to ripple with his steps, and a faint ghostly shadow surrounded him.

"Stop, Ye Lin!" Xue Fan's voice was hoarse and heavy, as if every word carried the wails of the dead. "Yuan Tao is my brother. Today, even if I, Xue Fan, use all my skills, I will take him away from here!"

Ye Lin frowned. This seemingly fragile man before him exuded an indescribable aura that made him uneasy. "Mobilizing ghosts, Xue Fan, you do have some skills. However, in the face of absolute strength, all means are futile."

Xue Fan took a deep breath, and the ghostly figures around him began to coalesce, transforming into a chilling force that surrounded him. "Perhaps I'm no match for you alone, but when it comes to summoning souls and mourning, how many in this world can surpass me? Today, I'll show you the true 'Song of the Netherworld'!"

With that, Xue Fan swung his mourning stick, and an endlessly sad elegy, accompanied by the biting cold wind, slowly spread out. The song seemed to be the weeping of the dead, and it seemed like the mourning of the living, making the listeners feel an involuntary sense of sorrow, and even the spiritual energy in the air began to become disordered.

Ye Lin's face was solemn, and his spiritual energy surged rapidly, ready to fight against this unknown force. Yuan Tao, looking at Xue Fan who risked everything for him, had a complex look in his eyes, a mixture of gratitude and guilt.

"Xue Fan..." Yuan Tao called out in a low voice. Just as he was about to step forward, he was stopped by Xue Fan.

"Stand still and don't move. I owe you this." Xue Fan's voice was firm and resolute. Even Ye Lin didn't dare to step easily where the mourning stick pointed.

As the two sides confronted each other, a strange wave suddenly came from a distance, as if something was rapidly approaching...

"Is it here? The legendary..." Ye Lin murmured, his eyes piercing through the darkness, as if he saw some unknown scene.

"It seems that tonight's drama is far from over." Xue Fan sneered, and the originally sad crying voice was faintly mixed with a bit of anticipation and excitement.

"No matter who comes, this dispute will not end so easily." Ye Lin said in a deep voice, and the talisman in his hand shone even brighter, as if ready to deal with any subsequent changes at any time.

"Yes, Ye Lin, after tonight, everything between you and me, and in this world, will be rewritten." Xue Fan's words echoed in the night wind. The atmosphere between the two was tense to the extreme, and the upcoming unknown made the whole scene full of suspense and uneasiness.

"Then let's see who will have the last laugh." After Ye Lin said this, the confrontation between the two reached its climax. An unprecedented contest seemed to be about to begin...

"Come on, Ye Lin. Let this song of weeping in the underworld become your last memory!" Xue Fan's voice gradually merged with the desolate cry, foreshadowing that the center of the storm was about to erupt.

"Xue Fan, is this all you can do?" Ye Lin's eyes were like torches, and with a flash of his body, he had retreated to a safe distance. The wandering ghosts around were ready to move, but they did not dare to approach him easily because of the righteousness emanating from him.

"Enemy? Haha, Ye Lin, you are still too naive. In this world, the strong are respected and the winners write the rules. I, Xue Fan, just want to take back everything that belongs to me!" Amid Xue Fan's wild laughter, the sound of funeral music suddenly rose, and the mournful melody was like a sharp blade, cutting through the tranquility of the night.

The white cloth danced in the air like a ghost, pounced on Ye Lin with a chill. Clinging to each piece of cloth were the spirits of the unwilling dead, howling and yearning for revenge. Paper money fell from the sky like snowflakes, obscuring the moonlight and adding a touch of eeriness to this strange battle.

"Hide, how long can you hide?" Xue Fan raised his lips to an evil smile, and quickly formed seals with his hands. The desolate crying seemed to have found an outlet, turning into invisible forces, pushing the ghosts to attack more fiercely.

Ye Lin took a deep breath, knowing that a head-on confrontation wasn't a good idea. He had to find the weakness behind Xue Fan's crazy behavior. Surrounded by ghosts, he moved nimbly, weaving through them. He seemed to be fleeing in panic, but in reality, he was secretly observing Xue Fan's movements, searching for any flaws.

"Xue Fan, you control the undead and go against the will of heaven. Do you really think you can escape divine punishment?" Ye Lin said while dodging, trying to arouse the fear in the other party's heart.

"Divine punishment? Ye Lin, I have long been fearless. Only strength is the only truth in this world!" The arrogance in Xue Pan's voice remained unchanged, but his wandering eyes inadvertently revealed a hint of anxiety.

Just as Ye Lin was thinking about a countermeasure, a weak voice sounded in his mind: "Ye Lin, there is a life gate in the east..."

Ye Lin was shocked and immediately understood the meaning.

He feigned exhaustion and stumbled westward, drawing Xue Pan and the controlled ghosts into pursuit. As the distance between them closed, Ye Lin suddenly turned, using the light of the talisman to illuminate a corner in the east, where a barely perceptible glimmer of light seemed to flicker.

"Xue Fan, your stage ends here!" Ye Lin shouted, and his body burst into unprecedented light. Talismans surrounded him, forming a solid shield that blocked the most violent wave of ghost attacks.

Xue Fan saw this and a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes: "Impossible! How could you know..."

"Do you think that you can cover the world with one hand just by mastering these evil arts?" Ye Lin sneered. The talismans in his hand were like flying butterflies, accurately hitting the controlled ghosts one by one.