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

Yang Kai had already flashed back to Lin Daochen's side. His gaze swept over the staggering back of the Liu family patriarch, and a dark light flashed in his eyes, like a blade scraping across ice.

Lin Daochen nodded without speaking. He had long known that the Blood Palace was powerful, but he hadn't expected that they wouldn't even bother with the word "rules" and would directly blatantly interfere.

At the same time, the exquisite pagoda sank into the depths of his consciousness, and the warm and powerful energy rose and fell like the tide, surging through his limbs and bones—this was not a blessing, but nourishment, forging his muscles, bones and flesh into an even sharper blade inch by inch.

Ancestor of the Liu family, your blood debt has only just begun to unfold today.

Lin Daochen raised his hand, and the blood sword was drawn. Its cold light reflected the seven-colored pagoda light as he coldly slashed towards the opponent's brow.

The Liu family patriarch was panting heavily, blood streaming from his left arm, but the fire burning in his eyes was even fiercer and more ruthless than before. He gripped the water blade tightly, its tip trembling, and the blue bricks beneath his feet cracked inch by inch—before he moved, his killing intent had already swept across the entire area like thunder.

Lin Daochen took a deep breath, his energy sinking into his dantian, his meridians crackling. This battle was not a test, but a true test of skill.

Old Master Liu, this time... don't blink again.

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like an icicle piercing the eardrum—cold, precise, and sending shivers down one's spine.

The Liu family patriarch's teeth chattered, his cheeks taut and grimacing. He knew that the person standing opposite him was no longer the young man he could easily manipulate—but a ferocious beast that had finally bared its fangs. Leaning on his blade, he took a step forward, the ground collapsing with a deafening roar, his entire body enveloped in a torrent of water, as he charged headlong into the blood-red figure!

Lin Daochen spun around and rushed forward, his blood sword trailing a crimson streak over ten feet long. Man and sword became one, transforming into a long rainbow of blood flames that tore through the air!

boom--!!!

The two enormous forces collided in mid-air, and the shockwave exploded like a crater, sending debris flying and dust billowing into the sky!

The battle reached a fever pitch. Blood swords flew like dragons roaring through the heavens, water blades surged like the Milky Way pouring down, and amidst the interplay of light and shadow, Lin Daochen's movements were as unpredictable as a ghost weaving through flowers, while the Liu family patriarch was like a raging tide crashing against the shore, wave after wave, determined to crush his opponent into dust with the absolute suppression of his Heavenly Sensing Realm!

Kid, you think you're worthy to challenge me?!

The Liu family patriarch's beard and hair stood on end, and the water blade suddenly increased tenfold, transforming into a massive wave that crashed down on Lin Daochen with immense force!

By this time, the battlefield had long since lost its outline—the figures moved so fast that only afterimages remained, the moves were so fierce that eardrums rang, and even the wind was torn apart and howled mournfully.

Lin Daochen's Vajra Pestle spun like a wheel, each strike causing the void to hum, as if striking the surface of a drum; Liu's patriarch, meanwhile, used the aura of the Heavenly Ghost to stealthily move about, his black shadow flashing across the battlefield, seeking out weaknesses and waiting for an opportunity to devour them!

The ashes of the Liu family patriarch, the entire Long family, and the Wang family ancestral hall haven't even cooled down yet.

Lin Daochen's voice suddenly drowned out all the noise, eerily calm, yet it made the hairs on the back of everyone's neck stand on end—it wasn't a shout, it was a verdict.

Upon hearing Lin Daochen's question, the Liu family patriarch's brows furrowed, his face instantly darkening before tightening into a steely expression, a mocking smirk playing on his lips. "The Long and Wang families have willingly chosen their own fates; what does that have to do with me? And now you dare to point your finger at me and attack me!"

The battle suddenly surged into chaos once more. Lin Daochen's palms flew, and the Heavenly Ghost Array was unleashed with a deafening roar. The void rippled violently like waves, and the figure of the Liu family patriarch was instantly torn to shreds, becoming indistinguishable from reality. A heavy, mountain-like force of confinement suddenly wrapped around his limbs and bones, and his heart sank sharply.

Lin Daochen had no time to catch his breath. The Demon-Subduing Pestle, carrying immense force, tore through the air, its crimson light ripping the sky like a blood-red thunderbolt striking down. The Liu family patriarch hastily dodged to the side, but his shoulder blade was still brutally ripped open by the tip of the pestle, blood spurting out like a fountain.

But the old monster's bones were not broken; the intense pain only fueled his ferocity—he let out a low growl, his aura of celestial demons surged, and his attack suddenly became like a torrential downpour, so fierce it was suffocating.

Lin Daochen took three steps back, the blue bricks beneath his feet cracking inch by inch, but a chill ran through him: this person's foundation and speed of response far exceeded his expectations.

The figure of the Liu family patriarch flickered in and out of existence, like mist and shadow, making him difficult to track. Suddenly, a chilling water blade pierced through the air, the air hissing and exploding as it passed. Lin Daochen twisted his waist and leaned back, the blade's energy grazing his neck, burning his skin with a sharp pain.

You little beast, how dare you ride on my head and act wildly? Today, if I don't tear out your soul and refine your bones, I won't be able to quell the raging fire in my heart! The eyes of the Liu family patriarch turned bloodshot and his moves became increasingly frenzied. His aura of heavenly ghosts was so thick that it was almost solidified into a black mist.

Lin Daochen took a deep breath, his back straight as a bow. He couldn't delay any longer—the Vajra Pestle swept across suddenly, and layers of blood shadows filled the sky, like thousands of sharp blades slashing down at once.

The Liu family patriarch let out a cold snort, his fingertips flashing, and a flowing, crystalline curtain of water instantly formed. With a "clang," it struck the blood-red shadow, sending shockwaves scattering and cracking the ground like a spiderweb. The murderous aura and the stench of blood mingled together, making one's throat tighten.

"Boy, the King of Hell has issued his decree. You... it's time to go!" The Liu family patriarch's eyes flashed with a fierce light. He held up a water ball with surging blue light in his palm. Electric snakes crackled and air roared inside the ball. The aura of destruction rushed over and made people's eardrums buzz.

Lin Daochen's face suddenly tightened, and beads of sweat slid down his forehead. This strike was a desperate, life-or-death move! The Vajra Pestle hummed and trembled, its sharp whistling piercing the ear. His blood surged like boiling water, and a crimson sword aura burst forth from the pestle, carrying the force of wind and thunder, crashing head-on into the blue water sphere.

boom--!

The two immense forces collided with a deafening roar, flames shooting skyward, the crimson and azure colors intertwining and churning, scorching waves rolling in, turning half the sky a fiery red. This duel had already shaken the surrounding area, with countless cultivators holding their breath as they watched from afar, not daring to breathe even a fraction too heavily.

In the heat of battle, the Liu family patriarch suddenly roared to the sky, his hands forming a hand seal. A jade-like mountain materialized out of thin air, hovering majestically in mid-air, its rugged form radiating a chilling killing intent. It was not an illusion, but a real mountain materialized from the laws of heaven and earth—every blade of grass and every stone contained the essence of the Dao, every edge and corner radiating sharpness.

Lin Daochen felt as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer, his breath catching in his throat. The pressure of the Heavenly Sensing Realm descended upon him like the sky collapsing. It turned out that the so-called peak was not about accumulating cultivation points, but about thoroughly understanding and mastering the origin of heaven and earth.

The Liu family patriarch lightly tapped the void with his index finger, and countless fine threads of power instantly wove together to form a mountain shape—the first layer representing the beginning of heaven and earth, the second layer gathering the power of wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, the third layer concealing the orbits of the sun, moon, and stars, the fourth layer demonstrating the rhythm of the changing seasons, and the fifth layer revealing the surging power of mountains and rivers. What he condensed at his fingertips was the Dao of Mountains and Rivers, having reached the fifth level of Heavenly Sensing; with a wave of his hand, he could sever rivers and block their flow, and with a stomp of his foot, he could split the earth a thousand feet deep.

Lin Daochen stared intently, and within those green peaks seemed to thunder through ten thousand ravines, with a thousand peaks pressing down upon him. A heavy sense of powerlessness crept up his spine. The person before him was no longer a cultivator who fought with spiritual power, but rather the embodiment of the rules that held the power over mountains and rivers.

Before he could finish speaking, the Liu family patriarch pointed his finger again, and a wisp of azure light instantly condensed into an ancient and unsophisticated mark. The runes twisted like living things, then burst open in an instant, transforming into a dense, impenetrable azure net that bound him firmly to its center. The net's threads trembled slightly, each one affecting the pulse of heaven and earth, making it unbreakable.

Lin Daochen's pupils contracted, a chill penetrating to his very bones—using his own body as a guide, borrowing the seal to lock the heavens, such heaven-defying methods were beyond human comprehension.

Just then, a chanting sound drifted from the sky, clear and solemn, like the morning bell of an ancient temple striking the heart, or like a golden lotus blooming in the ear. The sound was unhurried, yet it suppressed all murderous intent, as if thousands of Buddhas were slowly arriving on auspicious clouds, their holy radiance like a tide, gentle yet unshakable.

Lin Daochen and the Liu family patriarch looked up at the same time—in the distance, the sea of ​​clouds parted, and a high monk in a golden robe fluttering in the wind, holding a golden wheel, stepped through the air.

His brows relaxed, his compassion was like the moon, and a halo of light flowed around him. Wherever he passed, scorched earth sprouted, blood mist dissipated, and even the air became clear and peaceful.

Amitabha Buddha, though the flames of calamity rage, may the lamp of the hearts of all beings never be extinguished. The high monk's voice was like a resounding bell, each word gentle and warm, as if the Buddha himself had descended to earth, gently brushing away the frost from the brows of all beings.

The sudden chanting was like metal shattering the sky, plunging the battlefield into a deathly silence. The Liu family patriarch's pupils contracted, and his back stiffened slightly—that vast Buddhist power had actually penetrated his Heavenly Sensing Realm barrier, reaching deep into his sea of ​​consciousness, scorching his soul.

Lin Daochen frowned slightly, a ripple of emotion stirring in his heart: Who is this person? He could actually appear out of nowhere, stepping to the rhythm of Buddhist chants, just as the blade was about to fall. The giant blue net vibrated around him, spiderweb-like cracks quietly emerging between its warp and weft, as if it were being pressed and torn by an invisible Buddhist palm.

The chanting was like the morning bell of an ancient temple, deep and resonant, warming the heart. Cultivators sheathed their swords, mortals prostrated themselves, and even the wind held its breath. Some clasped their hands in prayer and wept, while others' knees buckled. They felt all the murderous and violent energy swept away, as if they were in a pure land on a lotus throne, their heartbeats slowing down.

But in this solemn atmosphere, heaven and earth suddenly convulsed—a piercing wail tore through the auspicious clouds, and the golden light peeled away inch by inch, instantly turning into surging black mist.

The high monk, who had been sitting on the lotus throne, had cracked skin, his robes torn apart, and demonic markings growing wildly from his neck. In the blink of an eye, his Buddha-like appearance vanished, leaving only a pair of scarlet vertical pupils. The crowd was struck dumb, their kneeling figures frozen in place, even their gasps caught in their throats.

The Liu family patriarch was untouched by any demonic energy, yet thick, dark flames surged around him, his robes billowed in the wind, and jagged bone spurs protruded from his forehead—he was a veritable demon lord standing on blood. Reality was brutally twisted, absurd to the point of being absurd.

Lin Daochen and Yang Kai exchanged a glance, their eyes reflecting each other's suddenly contracting pupils. The ground beneath their feet trembled violently, and even the distant mountains shook slightly, as if the entire world was trembling in fear of this demonic calamity.

The Liu family patriarch suddenly chuckled, his voice like a dull knife scraping bone: "Compassion? Ha... I've been waiting for this moment, waiting for that osmanthus leaf on your body, for far too long." He opened his palm, demonic flames swirling within. "Power is the true Buddha; everything else is dust."

A blood-red wave exploded with a deafening roar, surging and merging with the chains binding Lin Daochen, sending a stench of rust and blood through the air. The Liu family patriarch stood atop the blood tide, a sinister smile playing on his lips, his gaze like a hook, fixed firmly on Lin Daochen's throat.

"Lin Daochen, you think I've come to save you?" He laughed wildly, the sound shaking the pebbles. "Wrong! I'm going to take your life, seize your leaves, and refine your bones—your head will be enough for me to offer as a sacrifice to my flag for three days!"

Before the words were even finished, the sea of ​​blood boiled, and thousands of heads burst forth! The fresh corpses were still warm, while the old remains were covered in moss. There were monks with disheveled hair and wide-open eyes, children with cinnabar birthmarks on their foreheads, and even a peasant woman with a blue cloth still hanging from her temple... The pale white and dark red were piled up in a chaotic mix, making one's stomach churn.

The Liu family patriarch held up a dripping head with one hand, his knuckles white from the force: "See this? All this 'nourishment' is prepared for you—swallow it, and you can tear the heavens apart!"