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

"Hmph, be afraid, feel the endless despair of this realm of the dead!" Xue Fan roared, and the yin energy around him became thicker. The cries of the dead souls were mixed with unwillingness and anger. They seemed to have gained new strength, and their attacks became more and more fierce, surrounding Ye Lin.

Ye Lin's expression remained unchanged, but his sword thrust intensified. "Whether I'm proficient or not, we'll know once we try!" Before he finished speaking, the Exorcism Sword Technique unleashed another remarkable move, transforming into a myriad of shadows. Each strike was incredibly precise, severing the spirits that sought to bind him. Wherever the sword passed, not only were physical entities shattered, but even the ethereal resentment seemed to be purified. For a moment, the haze on the battlefield seemed to dissipate.

On the other side, the confrontation between Lu Jin and Yuan Tao was even more thrilling. Lu Jin said in a deep voice: "Yuan Tao, don't think I can't see through your little tricks."

Then, his vital energy surged, his robes fluttering as an ancient and powerful aura emanated from him. It was none other than the Lu family's ancestral secret technique—the third level of Reverse Life. As his cultivation began to flow, his figure suddenly became blurred, as if he could freely travel through time and space. He instantly approached Yuan Tao's clones, defeating them one by one.

"What! This is impossible!" Yuan Tao's face changed drastically. Seeing his carefully arranged illusions being shattered one by one, he couldn't help but become impatient. The light at his fingertips became even brighter, and more clones appeared, trying to make up for the disadvantage with their numerical advantage.

The battle between Zhang Lingyu and Handan was equally intense. Handan unleashed a barrage of water bombs, dense and heavy like a rainstorm. Zhang Lingyu, relying on the shield formed by the Yang Wu Lei, nimbly dodged them while searching for opportunities to strike back. "Your water, after all, can't extinguish the fire in my heart!" Zhang Lingyu said with a hint of joking. Suddenly, the Yang Wu Lei converged into a dazzling beam of light, breaking through the clouds like the sun, piercing Handan's defenses and forcing him to retreat.

"Zhang Lingyu, just wait and see!" Handan's eyes were wide open with anger, obviously he had not expected the other party to have such means.

Just as the fierce fighting on the three battlefields was in full swing, Ye Lin's situation suddenly took a turn for the better. He sensed that Xue Fan's soul power seemed to have reached its limit, and a sneer curled his lips: "Have you forgotten? I, Ye Lin, am not someone you can easily deal with?" As soon as he finished speaking, the light from the Sword of Exorcism shone brightly, purifying all the souls surrounding him in one fell swoop, transforming them into nothingness.

"How is this possible!" Xue Fan widened his eyes, unable to accept the defeat before him.

"Because you forgot that the sword is meant to slay demons and monsters." Ye Lin slowly put away the sword, the tip of the sword lightly touching the ground, his posture elegant and calm.

"Ye Lin, you do have some skills, but today, you are doomed!" Xue Fan's voice suddenly became deep and distant, as if it had traveled through a thousand years. His aura changed dramatically, and an ancient and powerful force surged from his body. The air around him seemed to solidify, and even the light became distorted.

Ye Lin's face was solemn, his hands tightly gripping the Exorcist Sword. The tip of the sword trembled slightly, as if responding to a call. "The soul of my ancestor, dormant for a thousand years, has been awakened by you. But even so, do not even think of shaking my resolve!" He took a deep breath, his inner energy surging. The ancient characters on the Exorcist Sword Manual seemed to come alive, reflecting in his mind one by one.

"Exorcism Sword Manual, fourth move, Soul Purification!" Ye Lin muttered the sword technique, and the Exorcism Sword radiated a brilliant light, striking directly at the body possessed by Xue Fan. That light seemed to contain the power to purify all things, attempting to strip Xue Fan of the powerful strength that did not belong to this era.

However, how could the ancestor's soul be so easily purified? He let out a deep laugh, his voice filled with disdain: "You dare to show off your mere human skills in front of me!"

Xue Fan's figure suddenly grew in size, his clothes rustling, and a terrifying aura erupted from him, as if the entire battlefield was shaken. His eyes flashed with a dark green light, and he looked directly at Ye Lin: "See the true power of the underworld!"

In the blink of an eye, Xue Fan waved his hand and countless ghosts emerged from the void. They wailed and roared, forming a black torrent that rushed towards Ye Lin, trying to drown him in this abyss of despair.

"Huh, good time!"

Ye Lin did not retreat but advanced, swinging the Sword of Exorcism like a dragon. Wherever the sword light went, the ghosts screamed and disappeared, just like morning mist meeting the sunlight.

"The Manual of the Sword of Exorcism, the fifth move, Sword Dance in the Nine Heavens!" With Ye Lin's loud shout, the sword shadows swirled and turned into nine sword lights, dancing together in the void. Each sword light contained the power to purify and destroy evil, and started a fierce collision with the torrent of the underworld.

In the blink of an eye, the battle reached a fever pitch. Two masters, one drawing on the might of an ancient spirit, the other relying on the power of a sword manual, engaged in an unprecedentedly fierce duel, drawing the spectators' breathless concentration and a wave of emotions.

Just as the two forces were deadlocked, suddenly, a clear voice broke the tense atmosphere of the battlefield: "Brother Ye Lin, don't lose to that bad guy!"

I saw that Handan had climbed onto a huge rock not far away. His little face was flushed with excitement. His eyes were fixed on the center of the battlefield, and he was cheering for Ye Lin loudly.

Hearing Handan's voice, Ye Lin's heart warmed, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously. This trust and support from the child seemed to become his strongest backing. "Don't worry, I will never lose!" He whispered, and then the momentum of his sword changed, becoming even more fierce and unmatched.

"Sword of Exorcism, Final Form, Immunity to All Evil!" Ye Lin shot out, the Sword of Exorcism radiating a brilliant light, like the sun breaking through dark clouds, illuminating the entire battlefield. Wherever the sword's light reached, the forces of the Netherworld retreated step by step, and the ancestor's soul trembled in the light, appearing increasingly weak.

Xue Fan's face was filled with panic. He tried to struggle, but he felt the strength in his body being stripped away bit by bit. "No... This is impossible..."

"All evil ways will eventually be exposed in the face of the light of justice." Ye Lin slowly landed with a firm look in his eyes, the evil-repelling sword in his hand resting lightly on his shoulder, as if everything that had just happened was just a trivial episode.

"Hmph, you think you can defeat me like this? Naive!" Xue Fan roared, his face contorted, and a nearly tangible black aura emanated from his body. The oppressive aura seemed to solidify the air around him. The soul of the ancestor gathered behind him, gradually revealing a huge and sinister shadow. The soul power expanded to the extreme, and with the momentum of destruction, it surged towards Ye Lin.

A trace of solemnity crossed Ye Lin's brow, but his eyes were even more resolute. "The path of justice, though far away, must be reached." He whispered, his inner Qi surging wildly, and the profound meaning of the Sword Manual of Exorcism was awakened once again.

"The Manual of the Sword of Exorcism, the eighth move, uprightness and sincerity!" Ye Lin pointed his sword at the sky, and a surge of righteous energy burst out from the tip of the sword, forming a dazzling wall of light, facing the overwhelming soul attack.