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

He simply released all resistance, letting his body move forward stiffly. His footsteps echoed hollowly on the paving stones. Suddenly, a thought struck him: Since you can manipulate my body, then the light of the Great Dao also emanates from me—whom does it obey? It should obey me!

Then we must immediately summon reinforcements. Since the opponent has firmly grasped control of my body, this body-controlling technique must have its limits—it's impossible to control multiple people simultaneously; no matter how strong one is, they cannot escape this constraint. Every secret technique in the world has its flaws, and this technique is no exception.

Lin Daochen immediately activated his divine sense and urgently summoned Shen Gongbao and the others for help.

If Shen Gongbao and his men could arrive quickly, there would still be a glimmer of hope; but if they arrived a step too late, they would have to leave it to fate.

At this moment, the white-robed old man slowly approached, his brows furrowed and a hint of doubt appearing in his eyes—he really couldn't understand what Lin Daochen was up to all by himself.

The more anxious people are, the harder it is to calm their minds. The more Lin Daochen feared the monster before him, the harder it was for him to calm down and face its oppressive aura. It was almost certain that this person was ridiculously strong, and for everyone present, it was nothing short of a living calamity. Even he himself felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were being dragged into a nightmare from which he could not wake up.

He could only watch helplessly as it all unfolded before his eyes.

The white-robed elder gradually sensed something was amiss—Lin Daochen's expression was strange, and his movements exuded a dangerous aura; a slight misstep could result in instant death.

He suddenly felt a chill: the surrounding air was trembling slightly, and a powerful force that was so immense it was suffocating was surging and gathering strength within Lin Daochen's body, about to burst out!

The power was unfamiliar and violent. Although he couldn't identify its origin, he instinctively sensed the aura of death—once it fully erupted, he probably wouldn't even have a chance to blink.

"What the hell are you doing? I can clearly sense a terrifying pressure gathering around you! Are you perhaps hiding something?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Daochen's lips curled into a cold smile.

What a joke! I wouldn't easily reveal my trump card to you. He slowly raised his head, his gaze fixed on the sky—two figures were quietly emerging from the clouds. Although they were merely projections of his primordial spirit, a confident smile already crossed his face.

"Kid, you're really in trouble this time. If you don't run now, the next one could be your killer."

The surrounding cultivators turned deathly pale instantly. What? Someone was coming to ambush them?

But all around was quiet, and there was nothing unusual. Could it be that Lin Daochen was bluffing? But then he thought it was absurd—he never made pointless threats.

What truly made his heart tighten was the increasingly clear sense of oppression: if Lin Daochen really brought in reinforcements... then today, things might really turn around.

He glanced around—more than three hundred cultivators had gathered, all at the Golden Core stage. By all accounts, they would be more than capable of taking down Lin Daochen.

But he dared not act rashly. The situation had already exceeded expectations, becoming increasingly unpredictable, and the slightest misstep could incur the wrath of some powerful figure.

Moreover, Lin Daochen holds the light of the Great Dao, so it's only a matter of time before he breaks free from his restraints; and the puppet threads I've laid out may not actually be able to lock him up.

He knew very well that Lin Daochen was never a fish on a chopping board; once pushed to the brink, his counterattack would only be more ferocious.

He glanced at it sideways, then nodded slightly.

That's right, it's most likely Shen Gongbao and his group who have arrived. Otherwise, where would Lin Daochen get such composure?

The situation has indeed taken a turn for the better—if Shen Gongbao shows up, it might actually give him a way out.

He and Shen Gongbao were not mortal enemies; they had a tacit understanding and kept each other in check.

In this world of cultivation, who can truly be a lone wolf? Without a few powerful backers, they would have long since vanished in the struggles.

He was fully aware of this, so even when his cultivation was still shallow, he began to make connections everywhere, offering generous gifts such as elixirs and magical artifacts to cultivate good relationships. Among them, Shen Gongbao, who was always opportunistic, had long been bound to him by his tangible benefits.

He suddenly turned his head, stared at Lin Daochen, and laughed loudly.

"You probably don't even know me. Fine, since you don't even know who I am, I won't waste my breath. I'll just say this: if you really want to ask someone for help, I advise you to choose someone else, or just ask one person at all."

"If you bring that guy over... hey, he won't help you at all, he'll be on my side and beat you up. Don't believe me? We'll see."

His face was full of arrogance, as if Lin Daochen was already a fish on a chopping board. Lin Daochen frowned slightly, glanced at him with a hint of doubt, not understanding his meaning; but since this person was so arrogant, Ding Ran naturally had his own backup plan.

Unfortunately, Lin Daochen was never intimidated by threats. He smiled coldly and raised his hand to lightly clap his hands twice.

"Interesting—it seems you do have some skill. But what makes you so confident of victory? In that case, let's wait and see."

At this moment, cultivators from all directions had gathered around Lin Daochen, their lips curling into a mocking smile.

Today's situation is clearly aimed at him. Lin Daochen has no connection with them, but in the cultivation world, what grudge or enmity is without cause? Everyone is risking their lives for opportunities and fighting for cultivation levels.

As long as they can extract something from Lin Daochen—a magic weapon, a golden pill, or half a scroll of secret techniques—they dare to turn their backs on him without hesitation, not even bothering to give him a single word of explanation.

Lin Daochen understood perfectly. Seeing the crowd surrounded, he didn't hesitate and unleashed a fierce sword aura with his backhand! Vast as a surging tide, it instantly forced the crowd back a thousand paces. But just as the sword aura pierced the air, a sudden change occurred—

Before the sword light could travel far, it was abruptly intercepted by a figure! The movement was so unpredictable that it made one's heart tighten.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the person had steadily held the sword energy between their index and middle fingers, and even grinned at Lin Daochen:

"Little guy, you didn't expect that, did you? I have this skill. To be honest, in my eyes you're nothing more than a hopping ant—don't struggle, it's useless."

Lin Daochen slowly shook his head. That attack just now was nothing more than ordinary spiritual energy that he had casually condensed. If he were to go all out and unleash the power of a great thief's origin, this person would have no chance of resisting.

With a flick of his wrist, a second burst of sword energy erupted—no longer a cold, silvery light, but a seven-colored swirling rainbow that tore through the sky, so dazzling that it blinded people, and it was also wrapped in a ferocious intent that seemed to devour the heavens and the earth.

The onlookers didn't even have time to react before they were likely pulverized. Lin Daochen himself felt a chill, fearing that he might actually kill the man with a single sword strike.

If we really kill him, given his temperament, plus the group of old monsters from Tianshan who are behind him... what follows will likely cause a huge upheaval.

To everyone's surprise, the sword energy struck the opponent like a mud ox sinking into the sea, not even causing a ripple in the corner of his clothes. Lin Daochen's pupils constricted sharply, astonishment appearing on his brow, yet he couldn't immediately grasp the reason.

Logically speaking, this person was only at the late Golden Core stage, not much stronger than himself—the aura sensing couldn't be faked. Since he wasn't a Nascent Soul cultivator and had no special treasure protecting him, how could he be completely unharmed?

He still couldn't believe it. His gaze instinctively glanced at the person beside him, then he shook his head, a cold, indifferent smile playing on his lips.

"You do have some skills. But with that little bit of ability, you think you can be my opponent? The cultivators you summoned are at most at the same level as me, all at the Golden Core stage. Do you expect them to gang up on me? Are you out of your mind? But... I can open your eyes to what true power is."

Before the words were finished, the seven-colored sword energy suddenly expanded as if it were alive, swelling into a ball in an instant, and then growing larger and larger until it had swelled into a towering small mountain, hanging in mid-air, its shadow pressing heavily down on everyone's heads.

His strength grew increasingly ferocious, until finally, even the white-robed elder opposite him could not withstand it. The elder's pupils shrank, a look of horror flashed across his face, and his gaze frequently swept towards Lin Daochen.

"I really underestimated you—you actually managed to create such a commotion by borrowing the power of the Great Dao! But how many breaths can you hold out before this great one arrives in person? Why don't you just reveal your trump card and let me weigh just how tough you really are."

Lin Daochen's lips curled slightly as he glanced to the side. The instant his gaze settled, a muffled thud was heard, and several cultivators exploded on the spot, spraying blood mist.

The white-robed elder shuddered, taking a half-step back in shock. He had thought Lin Daochen had only just begun to grasp the Dao, but how could he have manipulated the power of the laws to such a degree? Normally, such a level of mastery would require concentration and preparation, how could one unleash such power with a mere glance and a flick of the wrist? His mind was in turmoil, but he was too lazy to think about it anymore—time was ticking away, and the situation was no longer as stable as before.

The surrounding cultivators' eyes lit up. Seeing Lin Daochen display such power, many people's Adam's apples bobbed, and their eyes gleamed with naked greed.

If we kill him here, the precious pills, magical artifacts, and cultivation manuals bestowed by the Heavenly Mountain Immortal would probably be enough to exchange for three lives! That old immortal has always been generous, and once he speaks, he never lies.

Time slipped by silently, and the crowd quietly gathered, yet dared not take a step forward—fearing that Lin Daochen would suddenly strike and kill them with a single finger. But Lin Daochen paid them no heed, his entire focus locked on the white-robed elder. This man was the true nail, the true blade.

The crowd surged forward, gathering into a circle like a tide, their eyes fixed on Lin Daochen like hungry wolves eyeing their prey. Suddenly, a fire cultivator roared, and flames erupted from his palm, condensing into a burning crimson mountain that, with the force to incinerate everything, slammed down on Lin Daochen's face!

An ordinary person would be reduced to ashes from even a tiny bit of fire; this fire was towering, a thousand feet in size, and crackled and popped as it burned the air.

But Lin Daochen remained completely still. The flames, upon striking him from three feet away, dissipated into smoke as if hitting an invisible iron wall. They were merely rudimentary fire techniques, unable to even scorch the hem of his clothes.

But those people were still not giving up, and they continuously unleashed thunder talismans, ice spikes, wind blades, and sword energy, pouring down on him in a deluge. If Lin Daochen had sensed the killing intent, he would have wiped out their souls in an instant; but at this moment, he only felt that although their attacks were ruthless, they had no intention of killing him at all—they were clearly testing his strength.

He could no longer hold back. With a slight lift of his wrist, a stream of seven-colored light emerged, piercing the sun like a rainbow, swirling around his body and transforming into a constantly flowing glass barrier.

In an instant, the wind, rain, thunder, sword energy, and arrow shadows all crashed into the barrier and vanished silently. Lin Daochen frowned slightly: These people... are they really that ridiculously weak?

How could there be such a huge difference between two people who are both at the Nascent Soul stage? His eyes sharpened as he scanned the entire room.

With just one glance, the clues were revealed—the auras of the group were scattered, and the cluster of soul fire within their bodies, symbolizing the foundation of their cultivation, was flickering uncertainly, swaying like a candle in the wind, strangely unpredictable.

Lin Daochen's heart sank. The soul fire flickered, leaving only one possibility: someone was secretly draining their primordial soul power!

Who did it? He turned his head sharply, his gaze like lightning, piercing the white-robed old man—at present, this person was the most suspicious, and there was no other candidate!

He curled his lips into a cold, sinister smile, and his figure shot through the sky like an arrow, heading straight for the white-robed old man.

"Old man, so you've been practicing evil spirit magic! These subordinates of yours have probably had their soul fire drained by you long ago, leaving only empty shells, right? If their soul fires were all extinguished..."

"They are probably only one breath away from death. It's chilling to think that such a ruthless poison exists in this world."

He laughed loudly, and with a flick of his longsword, a cold light cleaved through the air like tearing silk. If he had previously held back a little, his heart was now filled with overwhelming killing intent, leaving no room for hesitation.

People like this should not be allowed to live.