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

Handan's face twisted with anger. He gripped the water gun tightly, filled with resentment and unwillingness. "You self-righteous fellows, today I will show you what true power is!"

Before he finished speaking, he rushed towards Lu Jin like a wild beast, full of anger.

Yuan Tao stood aside, his face pale, a wry smile playing on his lips. Clearly, the previous confrontation had left him battered, but his gaze remained remarkably resolute.

"Silly, don't be impulsive! We... we still have a chance." He struggled to get up, endured the severe pain in his body, and staggered to keep up with Silly.

"Yuan Tao, back off! That's enough!" Ye Lin saw this, a flicker of pity flashing across his brow, but he knew he couldn't be soft-hearted at this moment. Zhang Lingyu followed closely behind, sighing softly, his voice filled with determination, "This time, we won't show mercy."

Lu Jin stood still, like an unshakable mountain, and said in a deep voice, "Fool, it's not too late to turn back. Let go of your hatred, or you will face an even deeper abyss."

"Abyss? Haha, I've already fallen into endless darkness, so why should I be afraid of going deeper!" There was a bit of madness in Handan's laughter. The water gun made a low humming sound under his control. Streams of turbid energy gathered to form a beam of water with amazing power, hitting Lu Jin's chest directly.

However, Lu Jin just smiled slightly, waved his sleeves again, and an invisible force field unfolded in front of him. The moment the violent water column touched the barrier, it was slowly absorbed and turned into nothingness.

"Impossible!" Handan widened his eyes in disbelief, and the water gun in his hand trembled.

"Everything in the world has its own laws. Fighting violence with violence is not a long-term solution." Lu Jin's words were gentle but carried a power that could not be ignored. He slowly stepped forward, his eyes revealing an unquestionable firmness.

At this moment, a bright light suddenly lit up from Zhang Lingyu's fingertips. He chanted softly and tapped his fingers lightly. A string of dazzling talismans flew out and surrounded Handan and Yuan Tao, trying to resolve the resentment in their hearts.

"Only when you let go of hatred can you truly see the light." Zhang Lingyu's words were gentle but penetrating. His eyes seemed to be able to see through all the pain and give people comfort.

Yuan Tao watched all this unfold, his defenses beginning to waver. He glanced down at his bruised hands, then at Handan, who was desperately resisting not far away. A wave of mixed emotions welled up in him. "Handan... were we really wrong?" he muttered, his tone tinged with confusion and pain.

Handan gritted his teeth, shook his head firmly, and said in a low and powerful voice: "We are not wrong! We just want to protect our homeland and protect those innocent lives from being bullied. Yuan Tao, you and I have experienced life and death together, how can we be wrong?" There was an unyielding fire burning in his eyes, and even when facing seemingly irreversible difficulties, his determination never diminished in the slightest.

At that moment, a chilling gust of wind suddenly rose, and Xue Fan struggled to his feet from the dusty ground, a strange sneer on his lips. The spirit-calling banner in his hand trembled slightly as if possessing its own consciousness, emitting a faint blue glow and the aura of death. "Hmph, mere mortal emotions, how can you possibly understand our great aspirations?" Xue Fan sneered, then swung the banner violently. The air around him seemed to rip, and blurry figures gathered around him. They were bound souls of the dead, emitting mournful low moans.

"Souls, serve me, and repair this broken body!" Xue Fan muttered a spell. As he called out, the souls began to swirl around him, forming a swirling black vortex that slowly poured into Xue Fan's body. Within moments, his horrific wounds healed at a visible speed, and his pale complexion gradually regained some color.

"Now, feel the wrath of the abyss!" Xue Fan, now regaining his strength, grinned fiercely. He suddenly commanded a swarm of angry souls, which surged towards Ye Lin, Zhang Lingyu, and Lu Jin like a black torrent. The souls screamed and roared, carrying a biting chill, determined to destroy any obstacle before them.

Faced with this sudden attack, Ye Lin frowned and quickly drew his sword, sweeping out a sharp sword energy, trying to cut off the ghost's attack line. Zhang Lingyu closed his eyes and concentrated, quickly forming seals with his hands and chanting complex spells. The faint rumble of thunder in the air indicated that a storm was coming.

"In the name of justice, purify with lightning!"

Following Zhang Lingyu's shout, the dark clouds gathered in the sky suddenly burst into dazzling light, accompanied by deafening thunder. A thick lightning bolt struck directly into the group of ghosts. The strong light and shock wave made everything around tremble, and many ghosts were reduced to ashes by this blow.

Lu Jinze stretched out his body, like an eagle catching a rabbit, and plunged directly into the formation of ghosts. His palms flew, and each blow contained the heavy power of a mountain. He tore a bloody path in the group of ghosts and protected his companions from harm.

The battle was extremely fierce. Just as everyone was doing their utmost to resist the onslaught of the dead, Handan suddenly shouted, "Xue Fan, your crimes will not be forgotten! Today, we will put an end to this here, for the sake of justice!"

"Justice? Humph, it's just an excuse for the weak." Xue Fan responded with a sneer, waving the soul-summoning flag in his hand, preparing to launch another attack, but a barely perceptible hesitation flashed in his eyes.

As Xue Fan's spirit-calling banner danced, black mist surged, and the screams of the dead grew even more shrill, as if piercing the souls of the living. Meanwhile, Yuan Tao's lips curled into a sinister smile as he gently twirled the bead in his hand. A faint blue light shone on its surface, seemingly imbued with incredible power.

With a flick of his finger, the bead suddenly turned into three streams of light and flew straight towards Ye Lin, Lu Jin and Zhang Lingyu.

"Be careful!" Lu Jin shouted in a pause, continuing to strike with both palms, scattering the attacking ghosts one by one. Ye Lin's eyes flashed with a chill, and he nimbly moved to the side, avoiding the incoming blue light. He then swung his sword, severing the phantoms of several ghosts. Wherever the sword pointed, nothing was unbreakable.

Zhang Lingyu shifted slightly, a faint golden light shrouding him. The blue pearl struck his protective golden light and was deflected, refracting into the void before disappearing. "Yuan Tao, your little tricks won't work on us," Zhang Lingyu sneered, his words tinged with undeniable confidence.

Yuan Tao's face darkened, clearly not expecting his attack to be so easily neutralized. Just then, Handan suddenly rushed out from the flank, clutching a massive hammer in both hands and radiating an unyielding spirit, heading straight for Zhang Lingyu.