Martial Arts Crossover: The Sweeping Monk of Wudang? That's our patriarch!

From afar, it looked as if an ancient demon god was holding up the bright moon in the sky and smashing it down with immense force! The power of that strike shook the heavens and earth for thousands of miles around Jade Pearl Peak!

Wherever the silver moon wheel passed, the void surged like waves, collapsing layer by layer!

Lin Daochen's pupils shrank. Faced with such a deadly move, he felt a real threat for the first time.

Without the slightest hesitation, he activated his spiritual power at full speed, and with a flick of his sleeve, the five elemental swords appeared simultaneously, instantly forming the Five Elements Heaven-Sealing Sword Formation, which crashed head-on into the killing weapon!

Immediately afterwards—

With the Heavenly Prison Sword raised high, Lin Daochen slashed down with his sword!

A thousand-foot-long crimson lightning sword aura pierced the sky and descended, tearing through the heavens with the force of a thunderbolt!

boom!!!

The sword energy collided head-on with the Silver Moon Heavenly Wheel, causing a thunderous explosion. The Silver Moon Heavenly Wheel was actually forced off course and flew out at an angle!

Wu Ma Hongfei's expression remained unchanged as he flicked his five fingers in quick succession, his magic technique suddenly changing!

boom!!!

The silver moon celestial wheel collapsed in mid-air, transforming into billions of tiny moon wheels, which, like a torrential downpour, howled and strangled Lin Daochen from all directions!

Their speed was so fast that they seemed to have completely surrounded Lin Daochen in the blink of an eye!

Lin Daochen's expression hardened slightly, but he remained calm as ever.

"rise!"

With a clear shout, a small nine-story cyan pagoda rose from above his head, instantly expanding to envelop his entire body.

It was his newly forged defensive treasure—the Nine Profound Tower!

Bang bang bang bang—!

A series of dense, rain-like impacts rang out as thousands of moon-shaped impacts bombarded the tower. Azure light surged from the tower's tip, enveloping Lin Daochen and impervious to the raging storm outside.

Upon seeing this, Wu Ma Hongfei was enraged. He quickly formed hand seals, causing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to violently tremble. All the silver moon halos condensed again, transforming into a pillar of destructive light that crashed down with immense force!

"Die!"

The moment those two words were uttered, the world lost its color!

boom--!

The Nine Profound Pagoda crashed to the ground, sinking deep into the earth, its body flashing intensely with azure light!

Although Lin Daochen's defenses were not broken, the terrifying shockwave pierced through his body, causing his internal organs to feel as if they had been struck by a heavy hammer, and a mouthful of blood quietly spilled from the corner of his mouth.

This shows just how fierce the opponent's attack was! Seeing that the attack missed, Wuma Hongfei waved his sleeve, and the silver moon halo came whistling back. His eyes were like knives, coldly locking onto the old figure below.

I have to admit, this old Taoist's strength far exceeded my expectations. How could such a powerful figure be hidden in such a desolate place as the Nine Provinces Realm? His combat strength is so great that his talent probably surpasses mine as well.

No wonder Taishu's family specially invited him here—this old Taoist priest is indeed no pushover.

Lin Daochen, who had taken the blow head-on, was also feeling unwell, his blood and qi churning.

"This fellow's magic weapon is quite troublesome."

In a flash, he raised his five fingers, and the Five Elements Spiritual Sword soared into the sky, its myriad sword intents surging like dragons across the heavens, sweeping across the land. He stepped into the void, his voice like thunder:

"Today, I, a humble Taoist, borrow the might of Heaven to vanquish demons and cleanse the world of all evil!"

"Today I swear: As long as the Nine Provinces live, I will not perish; if the Nine Provinces perish, my life will be buried with them!"

Each word resonated like a bell, echoing throughout heaven and earth. The sky, which had been clear and cloudless, suddenly changed color, with dark clouds surging, lightning flashing wildly, and the primordial energy of heaven and earth violently trembling.

In the darkness, an indescribable aura descended upon him, and Lin Daochen's aura suddenly sublimated. Although he had not broken through to a higher realm, he seemed to resonate with the Dao of Heaven. Every move he made contained the rhythm of the Great Dao, and he was completely at ease.

This scene caught Wu Ma Hongfei's eye, causing his pupils to shrink sharply and his face to turn ashen, as if he had swallowed a poisonous insect.

Borrowing strength from the heavens?!

That is a heaven-reaching technique possessed only by ancient powerful beings, and only those favored by the Heavenly Dao can use it! However, this technique defies the heavens and changes fate, and the price is extremely heavy—if one cannot withstand the backlash, one will surely suffer divine punishment and have one's soul scattered!

Being recognized by the Heavenly Dao indicates that this person has an extraordinary destiny and unlimited potential for future achievements!

He thought that once he stepped into this wild and desolate world, he could easily crush ants with a wave of his hand, but unexpectedly the situation took a sharp turn for the worse, turning into a fight to the death!

To harm him is to defy the heavens and will surely bring karmic retribution! If this path is allowed to survive today, it will surely bring disaster upon oneself in the future, and even endanger the entire clan!

In an instant, Wuma Hongfei abandoned his arrogance, his expression becoming more solemn than ever before—this battle could only end when one person fell!

"Old Taoist, you cannot be allowed to live today!"

As Lin Daochen felt the surging power within his body, he confirmed one thing in his heart: the Heavenly Dao truly exists in this Nine Provinces Realm!

Originally, he was just gambling for a sliver of hope, but unexpectedly, his gamble paid off! At this moment, the power of the Heavenly Dao is empowering him, and every sword strike carries the might of divine punishment, making it incomparably fierce!

Under such overwhelming offensive, Wu Ma Hongfei suffered repeated defeats, his body covered in wounds and his clothes stained with blood.

Defeat was imminent, and life hung by a thread. At that very moment, he suddenly brought his two fingers together, plunged them into his brow, and his body rose into the air.

Slowly, he pulled a delicate little flag, gleaming with a ghostly yellow light, from his sea of ​​consciousness. Instantly, a chilling wind howled, and a murderous aura soared to the heavens, causing the world to lose its color!

"Lin Daochen, today I will show you the true trump card of my Wuma clan!"

"This treasure is called the 'Hungry Ghost Exquisite Banner,' my natal magic weapon! At the time of its birth, the clan elders personally sealed it with their divine souls and refined it! To force me to this point is the greatest honor of your life!"

Before the words were finished, the flag was fully unfurled, and ten ferocious demons led billions of vengeful spirits out, blotting out the sky and extinguishing the sunlight!

Looking around, black mist churned, ghosts howled, and the world had turned into a hellish inferno. Lin Daochen narrowed his eyes and stared intently, his ten fingers flying as he rapidly formed incantations.

Even with the protection of Heaven, he still felt an immense pressure. Countless wronged souls rushed towards him, the chill seeping into his bones, making his soul feel like it was about to shatter!

"Well done! The mighty power of Heaven endures forever!"

"Behold my humble Daoist technique—the Nine Heavens Thunder Control True Technique!"

From the depths of darkness, a thunderbolt of immense power suddenly erupted! The lightning tore through the gloom, and five spiritual swords circled around him, transforming into a wheel of slaughter. Wherever it passed, ghostly figures howled, and nothing was left standing!

Zhang Sanfeng and the others, who were watching the battle from afar, were deeply shocked. Although they had long known that Lin Daochen was unfathomable, they had never witnessed a battle of such magnitude firsthand.

Zhang Sanfeng was deeply moved, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he had a vague sense of enlightenment. Even those with exceptional talent could glimpse a trace of the Dao from witnessing this clash of titans.

Lin Daochen, who was at the center of the storm, activated his magic technique with all his might, and his aura rose to its peak!

Finally, the five swords pierced through the layers of ghostly barriers, heading straight for the source. Although the lightning had dimmed to the level of fireflies, the distance between the two was no more than three feet!

The sword flashed like lightning, tearing through the sky.

The Hungry Ghost Banner hanging above Wuma Hongfei's head snapped in two, its flagpole shattered, and its spiritual light dissipated. His natal magic weapon was destroyed, and the backlash instantly assaulted his entire body.

"impossible!"

Wuma Hongfei suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face deathly pale, his eyes filled with disbelief. The supreme treasure personally sealed by the family elders had actually been shattered by a single sword strike in this barren land of Kyushu? How could this be!

The Heavenly Prison Sword, a high-grade Xuan-level weapon, should theoretically be unable to break through a natal weapon of the same level—but Lin Daochen's sword strike borrowed the might of heaven and contained the power of thunder.

Thunder magic is naturally capable of suppressing evil spirits and malevolent souls. When combined with righteous energy pouring down from the heavens, the ghost flag is destroyed in a single strike.

Wu Ma Hongfei's vital energy was rapidly depleting, like a river bursting its banks. He swallowed several pills to stabilize his injuries, but the thought of retreat had already taken root in his mind—fighting again would surely mean certain death.

In the blink of an eye, he formed a hand seal, preparing to tear open space and escape back to the Spirit Realm. As long as he returned alive, he had plenty of ways to make Lin Daochen wish he were dead.

But before he could move, a cold laugh came from behind him.

"Fellow Daoist has arrived, why the rush to leave?"

Before he finished speaking, Lin Daochen transformed into a streak of lightning, instantly catching up. The Five Elements Spiritual Swords rang out in unison, and five-colored sword rainbows pierced through the sky, precisely piercing through the opponent's limbs and chest, pinning Wuma Hongfei to the ground, like prey stuck in place.

Other cultivators from the Cangxuan Dynasty tried to rush to their aid, but were intercepted by Zhang Sanfeng and others, locked in a fierce battle in mid-air, unable to make any progress.

Lin Daochen approached slowly, his steps steady, and a magic seal quietly formed in his hand, revealing a hidden killing intent.

"You can't kill me!" Wu Ma Hongfei roared hoarsely, his eyes still arrogant despite his severe injuries and death.

He stared intently at Lin Daochen, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "Have you thought this through? If you kill me, the entire Nine Provinces will be buried with you!"

"You have no idea what kind of being you've messed with! We, the Wuma clan—are not behemoths you can provoke!"

"You've already offended the Taishu family. If you push me to the brink, what awaits you is an eternal hell from which you can never escape!"

"Come on! Hahaha... I am a prodigy of the Wuma Clan, one in a thousand years! Do you dare to make a move? Do you dare!"

The weakened body erupted in a maniacal laugh, the sound piercing and arrogant, piercing the battlefield. That condescending contempt made Lin Daochen's eyes turn cold.

The next instant, lightning exploded.

A head flew into the air and rolled to the ground, its pupils still frozen in horror and disbelief—until the very last moment, he couldn't believe that the people of Kyushu would actually dare to take his life.

At the same moment, in the Spirit Realm, Cangxuan Dynasty, Wuma Clan territory.

The disciple guarding the lamp suddenly looked up and saw the soul lamp, which was enshrined deep in the ancestral hall, shatter into dust with a "crack".

He froze, his soul nearly leaving his body, and his scream echoed throughout the entire clan:

"It's terrible! Wuma Hongfei has perished! His soul lamp has been extinguished! He's completely annihilated! Report to the clan leader immediately—!"

The shattering of the soul lamp signifies the complete annihilation of the soul and spirit, leaving no room for reversal.

The news spread like wildfire, shaking the entire Wuma clan. Elders who had been in seclusion for many years broke free and emerged, and the high-ranking officials gathered, the atmosphere heavy and tense.

Chief Wuma Changfeng sat upright in the main seat, expressionless, as if he had not heard of his grandson's death. He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping over everyone, cold as frost.

"The affairs of the Taishu family have implicated my Wuma clan." His voice was not loud, but every word was like a knife. "Since they are of my blood, then someone should give me an explanation."

"I want the other party to pay the price."

The elders around them exchanged glances and nodded in unison.

Even the unprovoked death of an ordinary member of the family warrants punishment, let alone the eldest grandson of the patriarch and a prominent figure in the clan. This young man's death is not only a loss, but also a provocation.

The two powerful families are on the verge of conflict, and war is about to break out.

……

And at this moment, on the land of Kyushu.

Lin Daochen was cleaning up the battlefield, where magical treasures were shimmering with spiritual light, a bountiful harvest indeed.

But what he cared about most was still the broken Hungry Ghost Banner. Though tattered and broken, it still retained an astonishing aura of malevolent energy. If it could be refined again, it might very well be transformed into a deadly weapon.

After gathering the spoils of war and piling up the corpses, he stood in the wilderness, gazing up at the sky.

In the darkness, it seemed as if an invisible gaze was descending coldly from beyond the heavens.