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

Lin Daochen lowered his eyes and remained silent, only slowly releasing his divine sense, which, like a mountain pressing down, inch by inch, crushed the other's divine platform. The Heavenly Mountain Immortal's forehead veins bulged, his teeth chattered, and he finally knelt down with a thud, his knees slamming into the ground, kicking up a circle of dust.

He finally understood: the gap hadn't narrowed, it had completely collapsed. Before, he looked down on the ants; now, the ants held their heads high, and he had been stripped of even the right to look up.

He wanted to beg for mercy, but his throat felt like it was blocked by a piece of red-hot iron. Lin Daochen just watched quietly, his eyes as calm as if he were looking at a piece of rotten wood, neither hearing nor caring to hear the silent wailing.

The Heavenly Mountain Immortal abruptly looked up, his eyes bloodshot, filled with shock and rage: "Impossible! Last time you couldn't even withstand three of my moves... how could you have..." His Adam's apple bobbed, his voice trembling, "Could it be that you secretly used a curse? Or employed forbidden techniques? If you're cheating, stop now! Otherwise—"

"Otherwise what?" Lin Daochen finally spoke, his tone as indifferent as a breeze sweeping across a hillside. "Wait until you've caught your breath before you try to kill me?"

He suddenly smiled, a cold smile: "Don't you understand? I came here today with no intention of letting you leave alive."

"What you've done is utterly heinous! If I let you go today, who will spare my life in the future?"

Upon hearing this, the immortal from Tianshan felt a chill in his heart, realizing that the other party was determined to take his life. Since that was the case, further words were pointless; swords were the better weapon.

Although Lin Daochen had gained the upper hand, that advantage was not solid. How could a Golden Core cultivator easily shake him, a powerful cultivator at the Integration Stage? The opponent's sudden surge in strength was probably due to some heaven-defying opportunity, and it was likely just a flash in the pan.

He knew perfectly well that Lin Daochen's strength came quickly, and he might not be able to hold out. If they fought to the bitter end, the outcome would be uncertain!

The thought had barely formed in his mind when he suddenly slashed with his fingertip, splitting the void open and unleashing a gigantic sword a thousand feet long that cleaved down from the heavens! The sword was formed from pure spiritual energy, carrying the force of wind and thunder, and pierced straight into Lin Daochen's crown chakra!

But before the giant sword could even touch his scalp, a deafening explosion erupted—a perfectly round light shield rose out of thin air, like a golden bell covering the top, firmly supporting the sword's edge. The giant sword struck the light barrier, crumbling inch by inch, instantly transforming into countless fireflies.

Lin Daochen thrust his palm horizontally, and a giant palm of spiritual energy that blotted out the sky slapped out from the side. With a crisp "smack", it slapped the face of the Heavenly Mountain Immortal, sending him flying dozens of feet away!

The two exchanged blows, each move ruthless, and for a time it was difficult to determine a winner. After several exchanges, they both realized that the difference in their strength was not as great as they had imagined.

The Immortal of Tianshan felt a sense of relief. What he feared most was that Lin Daochen would suddenly acquire some overwhelming supernatural power and crush him like an ant. Now that he was confirmed to be only slightly better, things were much easier—it was simply a matter of being outmatched; losing was better than losing his life in a muddle.

Now that he knew the details, he no longer held back. With a powerful thrust of his arms, his spiritual pressure surged, unleashing his full power! He wanted to force Lin Daochen to reveal all his trump cards, finish the battle quickly, and ascertain his strength. Even if he couldn't win, depleting thirty percent of his opponent's strength would be a gain. Then, he could return to the mountain to bring reinforcements and completely eliminate this threat—that would be the safest course of action.

Both sides tore off all pretense of civility, fighting fiercely with sparks flying, showing no mercy. Just as the battle was at a stalemate, Lin Daochen suddenly sensed something amiss—his spiritual energy collided with the protective aura of the Heavenly Mountain Immortal, flowing exceptionally smoothly like a hot knife cutting through snow; while the opponent's spiritual energy struck him as if through a thick cocoon, its power greatly diminished.

Could it be... the power of merit at work?

A slight stirring in his heart led him to look inward—and sure enough, deep within his dantian, a warm, golden light flowed quietly, blending seamlessly with spiritual energy. It was the power of wishes gathered by the people as they burned incense and kowtowed, the gratitude that arose after good deeds were performed, and the natural flow of merit that arose when deities were worshipped and heroes were praised.

I had only heard elders mention it before, but had never seen it in person. Today, it actually manifested within my own body; it's quite interesting.

Knowing that this power is naturally able to restrain the immortals of Tianshan, defeating the enemy will be as easy as taking something out of a bag.

Lin Daochen let out a long roar, his sword intent surging forth, and a hundred flying swords shot out, crisscrossing like silver rainbows, swirling rapidly around the Heavenly Mountain Immortal like wheels. If any opening was revealed, the sword light would flash like a venomous snake's tongue, swiftly slicing through flesh.

In the blink of an eye, the Heavenly Mountain Immortal had more than thirty bloody wounds. Though shallow, the wounds were as dense as a spider web, splattering blood and staining his robes. If this dragged on any longer, he might truly perish here!

His pupils contracted, and he suddenly pulled back, his toes barely touching the ground as he defied gravity and shot straight into the sky, his figure transforming into a streak of light as he fled desperately towards the distant horizon.

Lin Daochen sneered, stomped his foot, and soared into the air, shooting like an arrow close behind. Before his opponent could escape even ten miles, his longsword had already torn through the sky, slashing fiercely at the man's back!

The Celestial Immortal of Tianshan choked back a sob, his scream tearing through the sky as he plummeted like a kite with a broken string. His pupils contracted, his eyes churning with venomous hatred, wishing he could tear Lin Daochen apart alive—but reality was cold: he was no match for Lin Daochen, and even if he fought back with all his might, it would be like an ant trying to shake a tree.

Meanwhile, inside the Lingxiao Palace, Tiandi leaned on his dragon throne, awaiting the outcome of the battle. Standing on either side of him, with his hands at his sides, were Thousand-Mile Eyes and Wind-Following Ears. The two held their breath and focused intently, reporting every single detail of the clash at the foot of Tianshan Mountain, every collision of energy, and every drop of blood that splattered, without missing a single detail.

Before long, the Heavenly Mountain Immortal's aura became disordered, and he staggered, sent flying backward by Lin Daochen's Mountain-Shattering Palm, crashing heavily into the mountain hollow. Thousand-Mile Eyes suddenly exclaimed, "Damn it! The Heavenly Mountain Immortal can't hold on! Lin Daochen is becoming more and more stable with each battle; his power has not only not weakened, but has become increasingly refined and transparent—if this drags on any longer, he might die on the spot!"

The Heavenly Emperor's fingers tightened on the armrest of his chair, his brow furrowing. This was absolutely unacceptable! Others only knew the Heavenly Mountain Immortal as a rogue cultivator who had attained enlightenment, but only he knew the truth—this person was actually the bloodline of a reclusive deity who had fallen to the mortal realm, cultivating diligently for three thousand years to achieve this state. Earlier, Lin Daochen had submitted a petition listing his crimes of oppressing the mountain god, forcibly seizing spiritual veins, and refining young boys and girls; how could the Heavenly Emperor not know this? It was just that the backing behind him was too terrifying; without absolute certainty, who would dare to touch a hair on his head?

As long as the gods have not yet lost power, the Heavenly Immortal must not die. Otherwise, the Three Realms will be immediately shaken, the Heavenly Rules will collapse, the immortals will be filled with fear, and even the foundation of the Heavenly Court will be shaken. If it really comes to that, even if he is the Heavenly Emperor, he will not be able to suppress the overwhelming rage and the danger of collapse.

"Quickly stop Lin Daochen! If he really tries to kill us—we will all be buried with him!" The Heavenly Emperor's voice was extremely low, but every word was as firm as iron.

Thousand-Mile Eye and Wind-Following Ear stood silently with their heads bowed, their shoulders slightly heavy. They understood all too well what this meant: if the Heavenly Mountain Immortal were to perish, it would be a declaration of war against that being. That battle would be a catastrophe that would wash the heavens in blood and leave corpses strewn across the azure sky, from which no one could remain uninvolved.

Shunfeng'er's Adam's apple bobbed, and he finally stepped forward. The two men received the order and swiftly set out, relaying it like lightning. As soon as the news landed, the heavenly soldiers and generals all paled—the old story of the Heavenly Mountain Immortal causing chaos at the Southern Heavenly Gate and forcing the Thunder Gods to go into seclusion to avoid disaster still lingered in their hearts. Back then, even the Heavenly Emperor had to personally intervene; these lowly soldiers couldn't even stand firm.

In an instant, the sea of ​​clouds surged, and golden armor blotted out the sun. Hundreds and thousands of heavenly soldiers poured out from the South Heavenly Gate, treading through the clouds and mist, their swords flashing like waterfalls, heading straight for the battlefield at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains.

Meanwhile, the fierce battle on the mountaintop had not yet ceased. Lin Daochen and the Heavenly Mountain Immortal were still like two raging torrents colliding, neither able to gain the upper hand. But the Heavenly Mountain Immortal's robes were torn, his shoulder blades were so deep that bone was visible, and the veins in his left leg were faintly turning black—he felt a chill in his heart, and cold sweat soaked his back.

"Damn it... if this drags on any longer, we'll be dead here today! Reinforcements? They're not something you can just summon whenever you want. Even if an ordinary Golden Core cultivator came, Lin Daochen wouldn't be able to crush him with a single palm strike!"

He stared at Lin Daochen's calm face, his teeth grinding together, wishing he could immediately burn incense and kowtow to summon his master, a Nascent Soul expert—who could obliterate Lin Daochen with a single finger.

But asking the master would require ancestral talismans, lighting the heart lamp, and activating the nine-layered restrictive array, which would take at least seven days. Seven days? He probably couldn't even last half an hour...

Just as he used his last bit of spiritual energy to deflect Lin Daochen's palm strike, a sudden change occurred—

Lin Daochen's attack suddenly faltered, his breath hitched slightly, and the power of his palm strike was three points weaker than before. Although the Heavenly Mountain Immortal managed to parry, he was already swaying precariously. Just as he was about to turn and flee, he suddenly saw the clouds above his head churning violently.

The clouds parted, and figures descended from the sky.

Upon closer inspection, everyone was clad in shimmering silver armor, its cold gleam palpable—they were none other than the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals personally dispatched by the Heavenly Court! The Heavenly Mountain Immortal's pupils constricted, followed by a surge of wild joy: if even the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals had arrived, Lin Daochen's ambush would likely have no chance of victory whatsoever.

His voice was like tearing silk, soaring straight to the heavens:

"All divine generals, come to my aid at once! This brat intends to kill me again. If I perish, the fate of the Three Realms will crumble, the foundation of the Heavenly Court will shake, and calamity will rage forth. How could you possibly suppress such a calamity?!"

Above the clouds, celestial soldiers and generals stood on the clouds, their robes fluttering, their gazes sweeping across the earth like lightning, their imposing aura pressing down on the grass and trees, making them bow their heads – this was the true iron law of the Heavenly Court.

Seeing that Lin Daochen dared to besiege the Heavenly Mountain Immortal, the generals did not hesitate and immediately swooped down!

The leading general swung his arms, creating a loud booming sound. The entire sky was instantly torn apart by a tremendous force, and the combined power of thousands of troops converged into a blazing golden rainbow, crashing down with the force of thunder!

However, this move was too domineering and could not be stopped in time. If it really hit, not only would Lin Daochen be unable to escape being reduced to ashes, but the Tianshan Immortal would also be crushed into dust.

Seeing that the golden rainbow had already cleaved into the air, the Heavenly Mountain Immortal's forehead veins bulged, and he hurriedly fled backward. The faster he moved, the more the golden rainbow followed him like a shadow, relentlessly pursuing him, and Lin Daochen was also firmly trapped in the killing formation.

A chill ran down his spine: these brutes had no intention of leaving anyone alive; it was clearly a ruthless plan to take everyone down with them! If he insisted on dragging Lin Daochen into their attack, he would likely destroy himself before even harming his enemies. What was even more infuriating was that these guys from the Heavenly Court were completely disorganized; they should have only punished Lin Daochen, but instead, they dragged him into the fray as well!

The immortal of Tianshan was so angry that his fingertips trembled, but he could only grit his teeth and swallow his anger, roaring towards the clouds:

"Fine! Fight me however you want, just capture Lin Daochen! But—if he emerges unscathed, while I am implicated… Hmph, before the Heavenly Emperor, justice will prevail!"

Before the words were even finished, the celestial soldiers and generals exchanged solemn glances. Everyone knew that this Celestial Immortal was a taboo subject since ancient times; the chaos that engulfed the celestial realm and caused the collapse of heaven and earth was all due to his wrath. If he were truly injured today, who could bear the immense responsibility?

The silver-armored general leading the group suddenly changed his expression. He looked up and saw the golden storm that was growing stronger and stronger. Cold sweat dripped down his forehead—if this attack landed, the Heavenly Mountain Immortal would be severely injured!

He turned abruptly and roared like thunder:

"Stop it! Immediately disperse your power and withdraw your strength! Anyone who dares to let Jin Hong land will have their head handed over!"

Before he finished speaking, he glared fiercely at a deputy general beside him, his eyes wide with anger:

"Are you out of your mind?! Who is the Heavenly Immortal? A thousand years ago, during that catastrophe, even half of Kunlun Ruins collapsed, and it took the Heavenly Emperor three years of sealing it to stabilize the world! Are you trying to force the Heavenly Emperor to unleash another world-destroying calamity with your reckless actions?!"

The lieutenant's throat tightened, and he fell silent, trembling with fear. Though he didn't understand the situation, he knew an old saying: "When the Kings of Hell fight, the underlings suffer." If he got involved now, he might not even be found dead.