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

The moment they came into contact with the talisman, they seemed to have found their lost selves, wailed in pain, and then dissipated into the air.

"Shut up! How dare you, an unknown boy, compete with me!" Xue Pan roared, veins bulging on his forehead. His magic power reached an unprecedented height because of his anger. The air around him began to distort, and more ghosts were summoned, forming a huge black vortex, heading straight for Ye Lin.

"Not only do I dare, I will also make you pay for everything you have done!" Ye Lin's eyes flashed with determination. He took a deep breath, and the dormant power in his body seemed to be awakened by this determination. The talisman light surrounding his body became more dazzling, and each ray of light seemed to have life, automatically weaving into a complex and delicate barrier.

The confrontation between the two men seemed to make the heaven and earth change color. The surrounding environment became unstable under the collision of their energy. The trees swayed and the leaves fell, as if even nature was trembling.

"Who are you? Why do you have such power?" There was a hint of disbelief in Xue Pan's voice. The waves of ghosts he controlled were defeated one by one by Ye Lin's light. The seemingly fragile shield was actually indestructible.

Ye Lin didn't answer directly, but just whispered: "Everyone has their own secrets, right? And I am just the one chosen by fate to stop you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a sudden step forward, and the talismans in his hand transformed into thousands of streams of light, pouring down like the Milky Way, rushing straight towards Xue Pan. Not willing to be outdone, Xue Pan condensed his magic power into a dark beam of light, colliding head-on with Ye Lin's attack. The roar was deafening, and the light and darkness intertwined, and the space seemed to be torn apart.

At this critical moment, a subtle but clear voice rang out in Ye Lin's heart again: "Fusion... Where the heart desires, the strength can reach..."

Ye Lin understood and closed his eyes. The faith deep in his heart gathered into a warm power, which perfectly merged with the light of the talismans around him. When he opened his eyes again, they were like bright stars, and his whole body exuded an aura of transcendence.

"It's over, Xue Pan." Ye Lin said slowly, and the light in his hand turned into a huge wing of light. With a light wave, the dark beam of light was split into two. For the first time, Xue Pan's face showed an expression of incredible panic.

"This... how is it possible..." Xue Pan's voice became weaker and weaker, his magic power gradually dissipated, and the ghosts he controlled also lost control and fled in all directions.

"Remember, true power comes from the purity of the soul and the persistence in justice." Ye Lin walked up to Xue Pan, stretched out his hand, palm facing up, as if giving the other party a last chance for redemption.

Xue Pan trembled as he looked at Ye Lin's outstretched hand, his eyes filled with both reluctance and confusion. Finally, he slowly stretched out his hand, and just as his two fingers were about to touch...

"It's not over between us yet..." Xue Pan suddenly sneered, and his body suddenly turned into a puff of black smoke in an attempt to escape.

"Want to leave? Not that easy!" Before Ye Lin finished speaking, a string of complicated talismans came out of his mouth. The black smoke in the air quickly solidified, and Xue Pan's figure reappeared, but he was tightly bound.

"Use the water of the Styx to call back the souls that have no home!"

Xue Pan's voice echoed in the gloomy wind, and the black smoke wrapped around his body twisted like a living thing. Then, balls of dark blue light condensed around him, and one after another, twisted undead gradually took shape, with bloodthirsty light flashing in their eyes, and they roared and pounced towards Ye Lin.

"Hmph, a mere undead ghost, dare you to be so presumptuous in front of me?" Ye Lin remained calm and quickly formed seals with his hands, "Purifying Heart Technique, start!" As the spell fell, circles of soft light spread from his body, gently wrapping each undead ghost. The originally ferocious faces became calm the moment they came into contact with the light halo, and then gradually dissipated into nothingness.

"You...what kind of strength do you have?" Seeing this, Xue Pan's tone was full of fear and confusion.

"Cry, Xue Pan. Your wailing will only attract more dead souls, but it will also give me more sources of strength." Ye Lin said coldly. There was no mercy in his eyes, only deep determination.

Xue Pan's crying stopped abruptly. He stared at Ye Lin in disbelief. The air around him seemed to freeze. The moans and wails of the dead souls gradually subsided, and the entire space fell into a strange silence.

"Do you think the ancestors of Mount Longhu only left behind methods for dealing with the mundane undead?" Ye Lin slowly stepped forward, each step seemingly shattering the void, the ground beneath his feet faintly pulsing with light. "What I've learned is the supreme secret of Mount Longhu—the Soul Attraction Technique. Your little tricks are nothing but insignificant dust in front of this secret technique."

As soon as he finished speaking, the remaining spiritual energy of the previously purified undead gathered in Ye Lin's palm, forming soul beads surrounded by a faint glow. These soul beads spun around him, humming softly, as if responding to some ancient call.

Xue Pan's face grew paler. He knew he had no way out. A look of determination flashed in his eyes, and he sternly said, "Alright! Even if I lose today, I will drag you down with me to be buried with me!"

Along with Xue Pan's roar, waves of cold and gloomy air, even more powerful than before, surged out from between the tombs of Longhu Mountain. This time, not only the souls of the dead, but also the resentment and unresolved obsessions in the ancient tombs were awakened, turning into ink-black figures that rushed straight into the sky. The world seemed to be shrouded in a shadow of death.

"Well done!" Facing this overwhelming army of dead souls, Ye Lin not only did not retreat, but instead revealed a hint of excitement. He raised his hands high, and the soul beads quickly merged to form a dazzling soul sword.

"When the Soul Sword is unsheathed, all ghosts will be scared away!" Ye Lin shouted softly, and the Soul Sword cut through the sky and slashed towards the surging ghosts.

Wherever the sword pointed, even the most ferocious ghosts were reduced to ashes, and a faint sadness filled the air, which was a symbol of the complete purification of the ghosts.

"No, you can't kill me!" Xue Pan slumped to the ground, his face pale, his voice tinged with undisguised fear. His eyes fixed on Lu Jin, as if he saw the Grim Reaper's scythe hanging from his neck. "I... I'm still useful! I understand these souls, and I can help you control them!"

Lu Jin's expression was stern, his eyes sharp as an eagle's. He slowly shook his head, "Your so-called 'control' will only bring more disasters. The resting place of innocent souls beneath Longhu Mountain should not be used as a tool to satisfy your selfish desires."

Zhang Lingyu, standing by, frowned. Although he felt reluctant, his rational mind told him that if Xue Pan remained alive, there would be endless trouble. "Master is right. This man has evil intentions. There's no point in keeping him." His tone was filled with determination.

Handan suddenly emerged from the shadows, a playful smile on his face. He gathered a ball of turbid water in his hand and launched it towards Ye Lin, Zhang Lingyu, and Lu Jin. "Hmph, since you want to be the messengers of justice, why not test the power of my 'Hunyuan Water Bullet' first?"

Ye Lin reacted quickly, his figure flashed, and he flipped lightly in the air, avoiding the water bullet while scolding: "Fool, you are courting death!"

Zhang Lingyu slightly tilted his body, tapped the ground with his toes, and his body moved as gracefully as flowing clouds and water. He easily avoided the attack, and his brows furrowed even more tightly.

Lu Jin was the most composed, his eyes revealing a majesty that should not be underestimated. With a flick of his sleeve, a strong gust of wind suddenly arose, blowing the water bullet off its trajectory and turning it into tiny droplets that fell to the ground.

"Silly boy, your obsession is too deep. If you don't wake up in time, you will only end up in an irreversible situation."