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

When the two forces collided, the space seemed to tremble, making a harsh sound. Light and shadow intertwined, painting a magnificent and thrilling picture.

"How is this possible! This power..." Xue Fan's face turned from shock to fear. He looked at the power he had accumulated with great difficulty in disbelief, but it was defeated by Ye Lin's seemingly ordinary attack.

"Ninth move, Clear Mirror, Still Water." Ye Lin didn't pause, his swordplay uninterrupted. With each strike, the chaotic atmosphere around him subsided a little. His mind was as clear as a mirror, and his sword intent became even more fierce. The space eroded by the power of the soul gradually returned to its original state under this strike, allowing the living beings to breathe.

Under Ye Lin's continuous attacks, cracks began to appear in Xue Fan's ancestral soul, and the once arrogant soul power began to crumble. "You... who are you? How can you wield such a powerful force of justice?" The ancestral soul questioned unwillingly.

Ye Lin smiled calmly, "It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that good prevails over evil. This is an eternal truth." As soon as he finished speaking, the evil-repelling sword in his hand shone brightly, and the final move was about to be launched.

"Tenth move, slay the evil and retain the righteous!" Ye Lin's figure transformed into a flash of lightning, and the Sword of Exorcism, like the dawn that cut through the long night, headed straight for Xue Fan and the ancestor's soul. The sword light contained not only supreme sword intent, but also the power to dispel darkness and defend justice.

"No--" Xue Fan roared, watching the irresistible light approaching, despair flooding his heart like a tide.

Ye Lin's eyes were sharp. Facing the Black Soul Chain cast by Xue Fan and the ancestor's soul, he felt no fear. The Black Soul Chain was like a swirling black cloud, carrying an aura of destruction, and quickly spread towards Ye Lin, attempting to completely imprison him in this abyss of despair.

"Hmph, a mere sorcery, and you dare to act so presumptuously in my presence?" Ye Lin snorted coldly, his inner Qi surging. The Sword of Exorcism traced brilliant paths through the air, each strike severing the incoming chains of the Dark Soul with uncanny precision. The sword's light intertwined with the black mist, colliding with a crackling sound, like the most intense duel between heaven and earth.

"Ye Lin, you don't understand at all. In this world, strength is everything. How can there be a distinction between good and evil!" Xue Fan gritted his teeth and controlled the increasingly weak soul of his ancestor, trying to condense the last of his strength into a fatal blow.

"Power may be great, but without a righteous heart, it is but an empty dream." As Ye Lin finished speaking, the light from the Sword of Exorcism surged, purifying the surrounding Dark Soul Locks and even wiping away the gloom from Xue Fan's face. Under this light, the spirit of the ancestor behind Xue Fan dissipated even more rapidly, as if it were unable to withstand this righteous energy.

"How is this possible! I won't lose..." Xue Fan looked at the situation that was gradually getting out of his control in disbelief, with unwillingness and despair intertwined in his eyes, but he was powerless to turn the situation around.

At this moment, Ye Lin flashed and appeared in front of Xue Fan, holding the Evil-Repelling Sword between them, with the tip of the sword gently resting on Xue Fan's neck. However, there was no murderous intent in Ye Lin's eyes, only deep sorrow.

"Turn back, Xue Fan. Let go of hatred and greed, and start over."

Xue Fan was trembling, his eyes shifting between anger, fear and confusion. Finally, he slowly lowered his clenched hands, and the fanaticism in his eyes gradually faded away.

"I...I lost."

Ye Lin looked at Xue Fan, who was driven by hatred and desire, and sighed softly before putting away his evil-repelling sword. He turned and walked towards Zhang Lingyu, his eyes filled with determination.

"Brother Zhang, we are facing an opponent whose mind has been blinded. We must be cautious and not be careless."

Zhang Lingyu nodded, his expression solemn. In the sunlight, his Taoist robes looked even more holy, as if they could dispel any gloom. "Don't worry, Brother Ye. Although Handan is extremely strong, he has a simple mind. As long as we find his weakness, we can definitely avert this danger."

As they spoke, the ground trembled, and a chubby figure approached with the sound of rumbling footsteps. Handan appeared, his body as cumbersome as a small mountain, yet his unspoken power was undeniable.

"Ah! Fight, fight, fight!" Handan waved his chubby arms and rushed towards the two of them excitedly. His chubby body was very elastic, and every collision seemed to cause a slight vibration on the ground.

Ye Lin's body was nimble, like a falling leaf, weaving freely through Handan's clumsy attacks. "Brother Zhang, attract his attention. I'll find an opportunity." Before he finished speaking, he had already circled behind Handan.

Zhang Lingyu nodded, forming seals with his hands. Lightning flashed around him, and the energy of the Yang Five Thunders condensed. "Yang Thunder Descends!" With a shout, a brilliant bolt of lightning shot out from his palm like a dragon, colliding head-on with Handan's charge. The two collided with a deafening roar, and the lightning flashed, illuminating the surroundings like daylight.

Han Dan seemed startled by the sudden force and froze in his place, a trace of confusion flashing across his dull eyes. At this moment, Ye Lin moved swiftly, and the Sword of Exorcism transformed into countless lights and shadows, piercing Han Dan's acupuncture points, trying to find a breakthrough point.

Handan realized that he was being underestimated, and a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes.

He did not continue to resist as expected, but suddenly had an idea. He suddenly lowered his body and quickly formed seals with his hands. Streams of clear water gathered from all directions and instantly condensed into water bombs, shooting towards Ye Lin and Zhang Lingyu.

"Be careful, it's a water spell!" Zhang Lingyu shouted, quickly adjusting his formation. The power of Yang Thunder intensified, forming a shield that blocked the two men. Thunder and water clashed, and in a flash, the water bombs were shattered one by one, turning into a mist that filled the sky, but it also successfully blocked their attack.

"This guy has some tricks up his sleeve." Ye Lin's lips curled up slightly, his eyes flashing with admiration. He knew that a head-on confrontation would be difficult to gain the upper hand, so he took an unpredictable approach, his movements becoming even more erratic. He dodged the incoming water bombs while searching for flaws in Handan's defense.

"Brother Zhang, I will disrupt his spellcasting, and you find a chance to give him a fatal blow!" Ye Lin whispered, and then his figure flashed, and the sword of exorcism was swung, bringing gusts of sword wind, directly targeting the acupuncture points all over Handan's body, interfering with his speed of forming seals.

Han Dan was forced to focus on defense, and the water bomb's offensive power suddenly decreased, but a sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth, as if he had been prepared. Just as Zhang Lingyu was concentrating his thunder power and preparing to deliver a decisive blow, Han Dan suddenly opened his mouth and spewed out a powerful stream of water, which turned into a water wall, completely isolating Zhang Lingyu's Yang Thunder counterattack.

"Hey, don't underestimate my 'water shield'!" Handan was very proud. Despite his huge size, he was extremely agile and began to readjust his tactics under the cover of water.