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

A dark shadow suddenly erupted from the blood wave! It was not a physical entity, but hundreds of twisted ghostly figures, dragging their broken limbs and howling as they charged forward, their throats emitting inhuman shrieks that ripped at eardrums like blunt saws.

The entire magic circle instantly turned into a living hell, with even the air filled with a putrid green light.

The truth was finally laid bare before everyone: all the talk of protecting the righteous path and upholding the law was just a fig leaf. The Liu family patriarch never walked the path to immortality, but rather the deadly path of burning the world to become a demon, fueled by the burning of all living beings.

The onlookers' hands and feet were ice-cold, and their back teeth were grinding together—it turned out that the so-called "strongman" was actually a butcher who burned living people as firewood.

Yang Kai stared at the faces bobbing with the tide, feeling as if a red-hot knife had been plunged into his chest. He recognized the blue cloth on the peasant woman's head—Liuhe Village, which had been washed away by the torrential rain last night, had only seen seventeen children escape out of its three hundred inhabitants… But now, even the souls of the dead were being crushed into stepping stones for demonic powers!

"You beast!" Blood spurted from his throat. "You feed the demons with the souls of wronged disaster victims, Liu family patriarch! You're not even as good as a beast!"

Lin Daochen lightly brushed away non-existent dust from his sleeve, his gaze sweeping over the distorted face of the Liu family patriarch with an indifferent expression, as if he were looking at a rotting corpse: "The strong are respected? What a hellish arena."

He paused, a faint hint of sarcasm flashing across his lips. "Unfortunately, what you built wasn't hell, but a cesspool—stinking and blocking all exits."

The Liu family patriarch laughed wildly, his demonic flames surging three zhang (approximately 10 meters) high: "The law of the jungle prevails, it's only natural! I've merely etched this principle into my very bones!"

A cold glint flashed in Lin Daochen's eyes, then vanished. He slowly raised his hand, his fingertips hovering half an inch, and said no more—reason had long been soaked in blood, and now the only thing that could speak was his sword.

The Liu family patriarch once again unleashed the supreme power of the Heavenly Sensing Realm. The green peaks rose like angry dragons soaring into the sky, each one rising from the ground with the force of collapsing mountains and splitting peaks, crashing down on Lin Daochen.

Lin Daochen's lips curled slightly as he swept out the Vajra Pestle, its golden light exploding as it attempted to tear apart the overwhelming heavenly might. But before the mountain shadow even arrived, the oppressive force, heavy as ten-thousand-year-old black iron, had already pierced his very bones, making even breathing difficult.

As the green peak crashed down, Lin Daochen's body suddenly collapsed, his bones snapping and cracking, his flesh peeling away like sand, instantly crushed into a sky full of scarlet dust. The Liu family patriarch raised an eyebrow, a cold smile appearing on his face—in his view, Lin Daochen had already been annihilated, body and soul, with no chance of turning the tables.

Unexpectedly, a dark shadow burst forth from the ground, like an ancient demonic dragon leaping from the sea, carrying a foul wind as it rushed straight towards the central palace! The surging black mist was not ordinary demonic energy, but a "Soul-Devouring Array" forged from the molten heads of hundreds of vengeful spirits, with a piercing howl and eerie ghost fire.

Yang Kai stepped onto the formation, arms outstretched, and the entire formation roared as it met Qingfeng's immense power.

With a deafening roar, the green peak crashed into the demonic formation, instantly turning hundreds of vengeful spirits into black ash. However, the formation did not collapse; instead, it tightened its grip like a living thing, forcefully dissipating seventy percent of the mountain's momentum.

Yang Kai's body surged with demonic light, black flames coiled around his arms, and with a swing of his arm, thousands of resentful energies condensed into a dark sword aura that could cleave the heavens and split the earth, slashing through the air toward the throat of the Liu family patriarch!

The Liu family patriarch's pupils contracted sharply, a flash of surprise crossing his face.

He hastily channeled his divine senses, causing the overlapping shadows of green mountains to rise again, and hastily parried the attack. But the black mist surged like living water, endlessly flowing, and in an instant transformed into a raging demonic sea, its waves churning and engulfing half of him. In his frantic efforts, he appeared utterly disheveled.

The battle suddenly intensified, and the three-way clashes escalated into a frenzy.

Behind the Liu family patriarch, demonic clouds churned, greedily absorbing the wandering Yin souls in the sea of ​​blood. With each gulp, his aura surged, and the eerie light in his eyes grew stronger—Lin Daochen and Yang Kai felt a chill run down their spines: this person was no ordinary cultivator, but a demonic cultivator who had been lurking for many years! Even more terrifying was that the contingency plan he had secretly laid out clearly pointed to a blood sacrifice calamity that would sweep across the entire cultivation world.

At this moment, Tianlongzi sighed softly in the hall, his fingertips brushing against the bronze incense burner on the table, wisps of smoke curling upwards: "The Liu family... has ultimately fallen into the demonic path." His voice was low, yet every word was like a bell, striking the heart of the righteous path—this path betrays the will of Heaven, and if it is not stopped, the cultivation world may be doomed forever.

Outside the arena, the Wang family patriarch and Long Xiuyang stood side by side, their faces filled with icy killing intent. The Wang family patriarch's eyes were like knives, aimed directly at the Liu family patriarch's vital point; the dragon-patterned longsword in Long Xiuyang's hand hummed and trembled, and the dragon energy around him surged like boiling water, with scale shadows appearing and disappearing.

"Old Ancestor of the Liu family, your blood debts are countless, today is the day you are executed!" The Old Ancestor of the Wang family slammed his scepter on the ground, and a cold light burst forth, instantly freezing the ground with spiderweb-like cracks.

"This wicked creature deserves to be punished! The Wang and Long families, joining forces, will surely slay you beneath the heavens!" Long Xiuyang pointed his sword diagonally, a faint dragon's roar emanating from it, his killing intent soaring to the sky.

Before the words were finished, the Heavenly Dragon Prince in the hall suddenly spoke, his voice as loud as a bell and as swaying as an ancient pine: "I am currently comprehending the key to the Great Dao, everyone please be quiet—those who act rashly will be punished by Heaven, and there will be no room for luck."

His tone was calm, yet it felt like a thunderbolt from the heavens, instantly silencing the entire hall. The Wang family patriarch's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and Long Xiuyang's fingers tightened subtly around his sword before he finally lowered his eyes and fell silent.

At the critical moment, Lin Daochen's Lightning Leopard pounced fiercely, using its body as a shield to collide with the remaining force of Qingfeng. Its fur was charred and torn, and its ribs were broken. Lin Daochen gritted his teeth and unsealed the seal. The Hunyuan Bell hung in his palm, and its clear and melodious sound exploded. Golden light swept across like a waterfall, forcing the Liu family patriarch back half a step!

"Old Ancestor Liu, don't think you're untouchable!" Lin Daochen's voice was as cold as iron, his eyes flashing with a chilling light. "Give me ten breaths! Freeze him—you, just go ahead and attack!"

Yang Kai nodded, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but without hesitation, he activated the formation with a backhand, unleashing a torrent of resentment like a river overflowing its banks. The Lightning Leopard, after being unsealed, surged with incredible speed, yet was still forced to stagger backward by the residual force of the Azure Peak; Lin Daochen activated the restriction again, and a primal, ancient power erupted, transforming into a tornado that swept away rubble and broken wood, roaring towards the Liu family patriarch!

In that instant, Yang Kai used the resentment as a medium, and the Heavenly Ghost possessed him, his aura rising steadily until he stepped into the Heavenly Sensing Realm! The black mist flowed with his movements, and the demonic sea surged like a raging tide crashing against the shore. Lin Daochen held a pestle on his left wing, and Yang Kai held up an array on his right wing. The two figures were like scissors, tightly binding the Liu family patriarch.

Lin Daochen's gaze was calm and deep. He knew very well that the Heavenly Sense Ancestor was not someone that one person could defeat. Fighting side by side at this moment was not a temporary measure, but the only way out. In this critical situation, he did not lose his composure, nor did he take any chances. He forged all his decisions into a blade that could cleave through the dead end.

The Liu family patriarch stood tall, his brows furrowed with arrogance, as if the rules of heaven and earth were determined by his mere thought. He glanced sideways at Lin Daochen, his lips curling into undisguised contempt, his gaze as if looking at an ant that had strayed into forbidden territory.

The green peak crashed down, its shadow like an iron gate suppressing all directions, bringing the entire battlefield into the domain of his will; once the Heavenly Ghost Cry was activated, a cold wind suddenly rose, and countless wronged souls were torn apart and tempered, condensing into an endless, surging tide of dark ghosts, layer upon layer wrapping around his body, transforming into a formidable and unbreakable barrier of the underworld.

Lin Daochen's chest sank, his breath like the tolling of an ancient bell. He knew there was no way out, no room for retreat. His figure suddenly shifted, the Vajra Pestle already held horizontally in his hand, its cold light gleaming, its chilling aura penetrating to his very bones.

The Mahayana sutra in his palm shone brightly, golden light burst forth, each character like a Buddha's seal, each sentence like a Brahma bell. In an instant, the entire Vajra pestle transformed into an angry Vajra pestle, sweeping out—the demonic shadow shattered and crumbled into dust.

Yang Kai gritted his teeth and carried out the order, squeezing out his last bit of strength like a puppet, forcibly activating the Heavenly Demon Fusion. His blood and energy drained wildly, his tendons snapped, and his skin and flesh quickly lost their luster, but his spine remained as straight as a spear, and his eyes burned red like torches, clearly displaying a resolute determination to die without regret.

Lin Daochen instantly entered the battle, his Vajra Pestle humming and trembling, exuding an imposing aura. At this moment, he was no longer composed, only a mountain-like oppressive force remained—Buddhist light surged forth, the power of the Mahayana Sutra pierced the sky, and with a palm strike, the air on the entire battlefield froze, even the wind held its breath.

He stared intently at the strange phenomena caused by the Heavenly Ghost's Cry, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes. He then leaped into the air, transforming into a silver line that tore through the void, heading straight for the face of the Liu family patriarch. His five fingers were slightly spread, and a wisp of scarlet dark current rose from his palm, silent yet like a soul-locking chain, aiming directly at the opponent's primordial spirit and life-sustaining acupoint.

"Blood-based methods... do indeed deserve the word 'unpredictable'." Lin Daochen's voice was low and hoarse, cold and hard as if forged from black iron, revealing no trace of human emotion.

Although the Liu family patriarch's physical form was restrained, his primordial spirit surged wildly within his sea of ​​consciousness, producing muffled sounds like thunder; black mist spewed from his seven orifices, churning and boiling as it desperately resisted the soul-devouring pull. On the battlefield, spiritual pressure clashed, ghostly energy billowed, and the chilling killing intent of the clash between experts almost materialized.

"You brat, how dare you imprison my soul?" He hissed and sneered, but deep in his pupils, a sense of panic was quietly spreading—it wasn't feigned fear, but rather the genuine scent of impending death.

Lin Daochen's eyes flashed like ice blades drawn from their sheaths, and his blood cultivation technique was unleashed with ferocity. The Liu family patriarch's body instantly withered and collapsed, his bloodline flowing backward like water being pumped from a dry well; his primordial spirit roared and struggled wildly, but was tightly gripped by an extremely savage suction force. In an instant, his black hair turned completely white, and his skin cracked, as if a hundred years had passed on him in a single day.

"You think you can bind me with such a paltry trick?" He made a hoarse, cracking sound in his throat, but Lin Daochen simply lowered his eyes and stood still, as if he hadn't heard him.

Yang Kai's Heavenly Ghost Cry backlash suddenly erupted, causing him to tremble violently, blood to spill from his mouth and nose, and his face to contort as if pierced by a thousand needles. The power of the Ghost Cry had already quietly seeped into the folds of the Liu family patriarch's soul, disrupting the foundation of his mind; Lin Daochen, however, did not stop, and the Cloud and Rain technique was launched again. With a light stroke of his fingertips, the illusion opened up—past events flashed back like a revolving lantern, each and every one striking directly at the heart's defenses, forcefully holding back the Liu family patriarch's thoughts of clarity.

But the seal ultimately failed to close completely. Lin Daochen's brows furrowed, knowing that time was of the essence. He once again summoned the Cloud and Rain, and the green rain fell in a downpour, swirling into a vortex around the Liu family patriarch. The rain threads intertwined, and the phantoms overlapped, dragging him back into the chaotic dream.

"Who...who exactly are you?" His voice was strained, the last syllable trembling slightly. Faced with this unfathomable opponent, even his arrogance couldn't suppress the chill surging in his heart.

Lin Daochen smiled slightly, not answering a word, but pushing the Cloud and Rain Manipulation to its limit, making the illusion layer upon layer, unfathomable.

However, within moments, the Liu family patriarch suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils blazing with a dark light. Though his primordial spirit was severely injured, it remained untamed, like a trapped phoenix flapping its wings, ready to ignite the heavens. A cold glint flashed in Lin Daochen's eyes—this man's awakening was far faster than anticipated.

"The smartest people often die the most tragically." His eyes widened, his killing intent like a drawn sword, determined to grind Lin Daochen to dust.

Lin Daochen smiled calmly, showing no fear. The Vajra Pestle flew out of his hand, transforming into a blazing white lightning bolt that tore through the sky, carrying immense Buddhist wrath, and piercing straight into the primordial spirit of the Liu family patriarch.