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

In an instant, the cavern boiled. The dark rainbow and the blood vortex tangled together, flames raged wildly, thunderous roars exploded, and the entire mountainside trembled and groaned. Fu Yunzi's body was crimson red like a branding iron, his muscles bulging, like a battle demon emerging from a bloodbath; Lin Daochen, on the other hand, was like a rock standing firm in the abyss, his black aura condensed, not yielding an inch.

Lava erupted, ice crystals shattered, and wind, fire, thunder, and lightning were all thrown into chaos by the two. Lin Daochen's attacks were like the initial awakening of the ultimate Dao, each move containing the skill of divine craftsmanship; Fu Yunzi, on the other hand, used the remaining power of the Blood Sea to transform into a mad tiger, his claws drawing blood and his punches fighting for his life.

"I understand your ruthlessness." Lin Daochen's eyes sharpened, and he drew his black sword with a backhand motion. The sword's edge pierced the air, drawing a dark arc that sliced ​​through the void, aiming straight for Fu Yunzi's heart!

Fu Yunzi grinned and brandished his halberd. The blood-red halberd and the black sword clashed violently—the clang of metal against metal caused rocks to tumble down from the cave ceiling, and the aftershocks cracked the rock walls inch by inch.

He no longer used any sacrificial treasures or resorted to tricks. In this battle, he relied solely on his own strength and vitality. With a stomp of his foot, he lifted the entire small mountain with a single hand, the rocks crumbling away to reveal the rugged bones beneath—the true Dragon Transformation Technique he had acquired by traversing the eight wastelands and battling dragon veins.

Blood light surged from his palm, and a ten-zhang-long blood dragon roared into shape, its scales menacing, its claws ferocious. The dragon's roar shook the cave walls, and a foul stench filled the air, making it hard to breathe. Fu Yunzi stood straight as a spear, his eyes burning—if he survived this battle, he would be reborn; if he died, he would have no regrets.

Lin Daochen stood opposite, the crimson dragon rushing towards him with the force to tear through the mountains, yet his eyes remained as calm as an ancient well, without the slightest ripple. The surrounding spiritual energy surged into his body like a tide, and in an instant, his blood energy exploded, its crimson light devouring the heavens and earth—this was the true ferocity of a blood cultivator! His expression was composed; he knew that Fu Yunzi had abandoned all schemes, choosing the most forceful path; and he, too, had long prepared his most domineering blood-refining power, to break through hardness with hardness.

The blood dragon lashed its tail, sending up a storm of flying rocks. Lin Daochen neither retreated nor dodged, his fists clenched tightly as he fiercely smashed against the dragon's tail! "Boom—" A deafening explosion shook the cave walls, sending dust flying and the air being cleaved in two white streaks. But the recoil felt like a hammer blow to his bones; his forearms trembled violently, and he was sent flying backward, his boots carving two deep, charred furrows into the blue rock.

The blood dragon swooped down again, more than three times faster than before, transforming into a crimson rainbow, wrapped in the power of the Heavenly Ancestor's laws and the hardness of the Xuan Iron Marrow, aiming straight for Lin Daochen's throat! His pupils contracted, and black energy surged in his palm, instantly condensing into a black blade that shimmered with dark light—its spine was as jagged as a spine, and its edge was like that of a sword tempered in a cold pool, its heavy weight causing the surrounding spiritual energy to tremble.

The blood dragon swirled and transformed into wind, pouring down like a torrential rain. Lin Daochen gritted his teeth, slashing his black sword horizontally, colliding head-on with the dragon's horns! "Clang—!" The clash of metal exploded into a shower of sparks, the sword's cry and the dragon's roar intertwined, the surging air waves causing the stalactites on the cave ceiling to crack and break, and the entire cavern vibrated and hummed.

"Fu Yunzi, your bones and muscles are indeed tough enough!" Lin Daochen's voice was like muffled thunder. His figure flickered in and out of the sword shadows, like a Shura warrior walking on blood mist.

Fu Yunzi's eyes flashed with ferocity. He knew this battle would be dangerous, but he hadn't expected his opponent to withstand the triple crushing force of the Blood Dragon! But he was fierce and resilient, and the stronger the enemy, the more his fighting spirit burned—his physical body was his foundation, and his dragon transformation was his soul. If he were to lose today, it wouldn't be because of his attack method, but because of himself!

The blood dragon unleashed another torrent of fury, tearing with its claws, sweeping with its tail, and spewing blood-red flames from its mouth—each strike deadly. Lin Daochen, however, stood firm like a rock against the sea, each step rooted to the spot, his fists and feet meeting the attack with the ferocity to crush mountains. Within the cavern, wind and thunder surged, the aftershocks of their energy crashing against spiritual veins a thousand miles away, causing several immortal sects' protective formations to hum in unison.

Deep within the shadows, the battle intensified. The blood dragon's claws trailed afterimages of crimson streaks, its fangs shattering the void. Yet, Lin Daochen always managed to dodge with lightning speed, twisting his waist and shifting his stance, like a fish weaving through waves. After each evasion, he launched a thunderous counterattack—a palm strike to the dragon's belly scales, causing the entire blood dragon to convulse!

His figure moved like a black crow soaring through the sky, his black robe billowing wildly, like the Grim Reaper shaking off his cloak. With each punch and palm strike, the air was torn apart with a piercing shriek, rocks shattered, sparks and debris flew everywhere, and the entire space trembled and groaned beneath his feet.

Though the blood dragon was ferocious, it seemed somewhat sluggish when it collided with Lin Daochen's bronze-cast-iron-like body. His palms moved like clouds, and the blood dragon seemed trapped in quagmire; each bite was forcefully severed, the clashing energy creating layers of crimson ripples. Watching from afar, Fu Yunzi's throat tightened, his fingertips digging deeply into his palms—he had seen too many people fall to the blood dragon's claws, but he had never seen anyone use the blood dragon as a punching bag!

Lin Daochen simply stopped dodging. The dragon's claws came slashing at his chest, and he met them head-on with a muffled thud like a giant drum striking his heart. The dragon's tail swept towards his waist, and he raised his elbow to parry. "Crack!" Shards of rock flew everywhere, and the rock beneath his feet exploded like a spiderweb! His flesh and blood body clashed head-on with the dragon formed from divine power, swallowing every bit of the impact and transforming it into an even more ferocious counterattack!

"This madman... he really uses flesh and blood as if it were black iron?!" Fu Yunzi was horrified. He knew that even a mid-grade spiritual treasure had been shattered by the Blood Dragon Claw, but the person in front of him had his flesh burst open and healed repeatedly, like a savage beast that became more awake with each battle!

He swung his fists in wide arcs, his black hair whipping wildly like ink whips, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light like molten gold. His bare shoulder blades gleamed with a cold bronze light, his veins twisting and turning like coiled dragons, his whole being seeming like the embryo of a war god forged from killing intent and bloodlust.

"Fu Yunzi," Lin Daochen hissed, his voice sharp as a drawn sword, cutting through the cave walls, "aren't you going to reveal all those tricks you've been hiding?"

Fu Yunzi's breath caught in his throat, feeling an oppressive weight as heavy as a mountain pressing down on his spine. He remained silent for a moment, then a resolute glint suddenly ignited in his eyes: "Fine! Then I'll show you what true...formlessness really means!"

He stomped his foot, unleashing a burst of spiritual energy that created a crimson ring. His figure instantly transformed into a streak of light! In the next instant, he vanished without a trace, leaving only a faint shadow shimmering in the air, like ripples on water, like mist, as if he had never existed.

"Phantom Escape?" Lin Daochen's brows furrowed. This technique was extremely strange. Fu Yunzi was no longer a physical entity at this moment, like the wind and mist, seemingly real yet illusory. If he hesitated even slightly, he would disappear without a trace.

The streaks of light swirled around him, dodging left and right, sometimes casting a slanting shadow on the eastern wall, sometimes flashing across the western sky in a lingering glow. Lin Daochen pressed on, his fists sweeping away the air, his palms missing their mark, that faint shadow always slipping through his fingers like an elusive will-o'-the-wisp.

"Boy," Fu Yunzi's voice drifted from all directions, sometimes near, sometimes far, echoing with sarcasm, "let's see how many more breaths you can hold out?"

Lin Daochen let out a sneer, his mind clear—he had concealed his edge for so long, it was time to reveal it. He abruptly halted his pursuit, his ten fingers flying like butterflies, forming an ancient hand seal, a low incantation rolling from his throat. In an instant, thick, inky spiritual energy exploded from his body, transforming into a surging black tide that instantly engulfed the entire cavern.

"Heaven-Turning Seal!" He roared, and a massive, dark seal suddenly materialized in his palm, carrying the force of wind and thunder, and crashed directly into Fu Yunzi's elusive phantom. The black tide surged, and the phantom was instantly trapped in the mire, unable to move lightly any longer.

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Lin Daochen's figure shot up, his fist winds crashing like waves against the shore, each heavy blow causing the air to explode. Even though Fu Yunzi could transform into a shadow, he was now firmly pinned down by the Heaven-Turning Seal, his footwork sluggish, his dodges slow, and he didn't even have time to brush aside the hem of his clothes.

"Where can you run to this time?" Lin Daochen's eyes were like knives. His right fist tore through the air and, with the force to shatter rocks and break gold, slammed into Fu Yunzi's chest.

Deep within the rift, a blood-red sun half-submerged, its halo tinged with a dark red like corpse spots, silently exuding a chilling aura. Fu Yunzi stood amidst the blood-red light, his brows solemn, his fingertips lightly touching the void—and the blood-red sun responded.

"The true meaning of the Three Curves of Floating Clouds—Cloud Splitting Technique!" His voice was low and hoarse. Before he finished speaking, the blood sun suddenly shattered, and half of it suddenly lengthened and twisted, transforming into a blood-red blade suspended in the air, its blade humming as if licking the void.

Lin Daochen's back tensed slightly, and alarm bells rang in his heart. The oppressive force emanating from the crack could clearly sever the warp and weft of heaven and earth, and all things would crumble upon contact, leaving only a wisp of ashes amidst the bloody light.

"Lin Daochen, have you ever heard of the Three Melodies of Floating Clouds that I created back in the Cloud-Walking Sect?" Fu Yunzi's tone softened, as if he were humming an old tune, but his gaze drifted into the distance, carrying a hint of reminiscence. The Cloud-Splitting Blade he held in his palm gleamed coldly, its frost chilling to the bone.

"I've heard a little about it," Lin Daochen answered readily, but his eyes tightened even more. This old fellow's past is probably deeper than the fog in the mountains; and this supernatural power he's using now is far from ordinary.

Fu Yunzi calmly continued, "Clouds are without roots or form, their gathering and scattering are determined by the mind. Back then, I observed clouds for ten years at the Cloud-Walking Sect, and through extreme obsession, I attained enlightenment, thus creating the Three Melodies of Floating Clouds. The Cloud-Splitting Technique is the first move in splitting chaos—splitting the void like paper, breaking barriers like grass."

Before the words were even finished, the Cloud-Splitting Blade was swung out fiercely! A streak of blood-red light pierced through the air, so fast that only a blur remained.

A cold glint flashed in Lin Daochen's eyes. Instead of retreating, he advanced, his palms swirling like dragons. His Cloud-Turning and Rain-Covering Palm technique transformed into countless dark palm shadows, crashing head-on into the blood-red blade.

As their palms clashed, the entire cavern trembled violently, and the stone walls crumbled away. The Cloud-Splitting Blade crisscrossed with bloody light, cracking the void inch by inch wherever it passed; the Cloud-Turning and Rain-Overturning Palm, on the other hand, was like an iron wall or a copper wall, layer upon layer, forcefully blocking every crack.

"What a magnificent Cloud-Splitting Blade!" Lin Daochen thought with a chill, already sensing the vast power unique to the Heavenly Sensing Realm within the blade's aura. Yet, his fighting spirit burned even brighter, his blood surging like boiling water.

Fu Yunzi's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he raised the Cloud-Splitting Blade again, causing the Blood Sun to burst open! This time, it shattered into three blood arcs, each condensing into a blood blade, intertwining with each other and transforming into a net of strangulation that covered them all at once.

"Floating Clouds Triple Melody, Second Form—Triple Cloud Split!" His voice was like tearing silk, and the three blades roared in unison, tearing through the air and aiming straight for Lin Daochen's throat, heart, and dantian—three vital points.

Lin Daochen's expression darkened, and the three chilling killing intents pressed down on him, causing sweat to bead on his temples. He violently swung his arms, his spiritual power surging like boiling water, and his Cloud-Turning and Rain-Overturning Palm instantly transformed into a swirling black vortex. The palm was concealed and impenetrable, and it crashed fiercely into the Three-Blade Killing Array.