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

boom!!!

The Hundred Losses Taoist's body swelled up dramatically, and his imposing aura soared into the sky, like a mountain pressing down!

He held nothing back, poised to strike, determined to kill his enemy in one fell swoop!

Lin Daochen's aura also rose, his eyes were slightly closed, and his spiritual power surged like a river bursting its banks.

He also wanted a quick victory.

The Hundred-Loss Taoist is not worth his time or effort.

The real opponent is Xuan Cheng, who stands in the Shaolin formation.

On the sidelines, the crowd held their breath and began to discuss amongst themselves:

"Do you really think that senior brother of Master Zhang can withstand the Hundred-Burning Demon?"

"I'm afraid it's unlikely... Bai Sun is a genuine terrestrial immortal. No matter how strong this senior brother is, he's at most a half-step grandmaster. I've never heard of any extraordinary phenomena during his advancement."

"That's right! Breaking through to the level of a Land Immortal is always accompanied by signs of a dramatic change in the weather and thunderous activity throughout the heavens. Unless one hides in a secret realm, it's impossible for such a breakthrough to be completely silent. In all these years at Wudang Mountain, only Master Zhang's time triggered such a celestial phenomenon. If my senior brother were truly a Land Immortal, how could there be no movement at all?"

"That makes sense! In my opinion, he's at most a top-tier grandmaster, just a so-called 'half-step into the land' realm."

"That's a long shot! A single step can make all the difference! This senior brother probably can't withstand a single palm strike from the Hundred-Burning Demon!"

"..."

Most of the onlookers shook their heads, generally favoring Bai Sun Dao Ren.

After all, his reputation speaks for itself—a terrestrial immortal, those four words are enough to awe the martial arts world.

However, not everyone thinks this way.

Besides the Wudang group, there were also a few insightful individuals who remained silent, a hint of doubt flashing in their eyes.

Kumārajīva had quietly strolled to the side of Meng Chixing and his disciple without anyone noticing. A slight smile played on his lips, and his tone revealed a hint of undisguised schadenfreude: "Heh, that old devil Baisun... he's probably going to be in trouble this time."

"Um?"

Meng Chixing frowned, turned his head to look at him, and asked with a hint of confusion in his voice, "What makes you say that, Your Highness?"

"Although Bai Sun Dao Ren may not be considered a top-tier expert, he is still at the level of a terrestrial immortal. But that old Daoist... he's clearly not even a terrestrial immortal, how could he possibly be his match?"

Kumārajīva chuckled, his eyes flashing with a sharp light: "The Demonic Sect, let me tell you the truth—the most terrifying person in Wudang Mountain has never been Zhang Sanfeng, but this old man."

He paused, his tone suddenly becoming serious: "Don't let his low cultivation level fool you; his strength is unfathomable. He might not be weaker than Zhang Sanfeng, and could even... be stronger!"

The scene of Lin Daochen fighting Zhang Sanfeng flashed through his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that Lin Daochen had not used his full strength in that duel.

Upon hearing this, Meng Chixing was shocked, his pupils shrinking sharply: "Wudang... actually has such a person hidden away?"

Kumārajīva nodded, his tone unusually carrying a hint of respect: "This person is indeed terrifying."

"The most advanced martial arts of the Wudang School today were all created by him—including the set of fist techniques that Zhang Sanfeng just used to deal with you."

This was no exaggeration. These matters were no secret on Wudang Mountain. Kumārajīva had been sweeping the floor these past few days, and his ears had been constantly listening; he had already overheard most of it.

After hearing these words, Meng Chixing felt a thunderous roar in his heart. No one knew better than him how terrifying that set of fist techniques was—it was a peerless skill capable of dominating the world!

Such miraculous skill could actually come from the hands of this old Taoist priest.

If this is true, this person's talent is truly astonishing!

In an instant, Meng Chixing's gaze sharpened like lightning, locking onto the scene before him, refusing to look away even for a moment. He wanted to see for himself just how powerful this legendary reclusive sage of Wudang truly was.

at this time--

The situation on the field suddenly changed.

The aura of the Hundred-Defect Daoist surged to its peak, his spiritual energy churning like an abyss. The next instant, he roared:

"Die!"

With a single palm strike, the world changed color.

A chilling aura surged forth from his palm, instantly freezing the void. The Zixiao Palace square seemed to have fallen into the far north ice plains, frost and snow everywhere, howling winds, and even the air itself cracking from the cold.

Although the people outside the arena were not present in the battle, they all turned pale and their teeth chattered, as if they were in an ice cave.

Mysterious Dark Palm!

This name almost simultaneously surfaced in the minds of all the seasoned veterans.

The Hundred-Loss Daoist once roamed the world with this palm technique, slaughtering countless masters and leaving mountains of corpses. Now, as a terrestrial immortal, he wields this move with even greater power, more than doubling its intensity!

boom--!

A dark, palm-shaped force tore through the sky, carrying a destructive force, and struck directly at Lin Daochen's face. Wherever the palm wind passed, the ground cracked, the void trembled, and the entire space was sealed off, leaving no place to escape.

The entire audience held their breath, all eyes focused on that aged figure—how would he respond?

Just as everyone was focused, Lin Daochen finally moved.

His expression remained as still as a mountain, his gaze as calm as an ancient well, but in an instant, a long-suppressed killing intent suddenly exploded!

This battle needs no delay.

With a single palm strike, life or death is decided!

His spiritual energy surged like a river overflowing its banks, converging entirely in his right palm. The next instant...

boom!!!

A fiery red palm print shot into the sky, as intense as the sun falling to earth, burning mountains and boiling seas, its power unstoppable!

The Great Sun Burning Heaven Palm!

This unparalleled martial art, created by his own hands, unleashed terrifying power when activated by spiritual energy. Wherever his palm strikes, the frost vanishes, and the frozen world instantly transforms into a scorching inferno.

The onlookers, who were shivering just a moment ago, were now being hit by a wave of heat, sweating profusely, as if they had been thrown from an ice cellar into a furnace.

In the blink of an eye—

Gray Palm and Red Palm clashed violently in the void!

boom! ! !

A deafening roar tore through the sky, and a shockwave swept in all directions, tearing stone slabs off the ground and shattering roof tiles!

Then, a breathtaking scene unfolded—

The fiery red palm force was unstoppable, directly crushing the gray palm force. Its remaining power was undiminished, and it approached Bai Sun Dao Ren's chest at a speed too fast to react to!

At this moment, the Hundred Losses Taoist was at his weakest, with his old strength exhausted and new strength yet to be generated, his body riddled with flaws.

Therefore, he simply didn't have the energy to put up any decent defense.

Dodge? Forget about it. Lin Daochen's palm strike had already sealed off all his escape routes; there was no way to avoid it.

boom! ! !

A palm struck Bai Sun Dao Ren squarely in the chest, the force of which was like a thunderclap.

puff--!

Bai Sun coughed up blood on the spot, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, tracing a high arc before crashing heavily onto the square ground, raising a cloud of dust and billowing smoke.

Lin Daochen remained standing with his hands behind his back, his Daoist robe fluttering in the wind, his figure solitary and otherworldly, his expression unmoved, as if the attack just now was merely a casual brushing away a fallen leaf from his shoulder.

A moment of deathly silence.

The onlookers in the martial arts world then realized something was wrong! Why was Bai Sun not moving at all?

Someone hurriedly used their internal energy to check for breath, and the next moment, their expression changed drastically: "...She's not breathing!"

His heart was completely shattered.

His life ended the moment he took off.

The entire room fell silent; even breathing seemed to freeze.

Immediately afterwards—

"Dead...dead...dead?!"

An uproar ensued; everyone's eyes bulged, their tongues tied in knots, and they could barely speak.

"It's true! The Hundred-Burning Demon is dead! He was killed by Zhang Zhenren's senior brother with a single palm strike!"

boom--!!!

The crowd erupted instantly!

"This is outrageous! It's utterly outrageous! A mortal immortal can be defeated with a single blow? Who would believe that? Could Bai Sun be an imposter?"

"Shut up! You saw what he did just now, a true land-based realm expert! This only proves... that Senior Brother Zhang is ridiculously strong!"

"That's terrifying... that old man is like a living devil!"

"How did they do that?! How is that possible?! One palm strike kills, just how heaven-defying is that strength?!"

"I've really learned something new today! Even immortals aren't immortal!"

……

The onlookers were speechless with shock, but the Wudang people were both surprised and delighted.

"This is my master's true cultivation level? It's too strong..."

Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, and the others stared at Lin Daochen's figure, their eyes filled with shock and admiration.

Zhang Sanfeng, who was standing to the side, was even more shocked.

"So... Senior Brother's cultivation level has reached this level? No wonder he wasn't serious at all during our last sparring session, and he was holding back the whole time."

He smiled bitterly to himself.

If he were at his peak, he could naturally overcome any obstacle, but to be like Lin Daochen, taking lives with a wave of his hand—he knew he couldn't do it, and even if he risked his life, it would be difficult to achieve.

On the Shaolin Temple and other sects' side, the atmosphere was heavy.

Everyone was stunned by this palm strike.

Bai Sun was a universally acknowledged immortal on land, and yet... he was wiped out with a single palm strike?

That old Taoist priest was terrifying beyond belief!

Many people from various sects now looked at Lin Daochen with a hint of fear.

"Master...Grandmaster...this...this person..."

Kong Zhi spoke to Xuan Cheng in a trembling voice.

Xuan Cheng frowned and hissed, "What's the panic!"

"He can't possibly be that strong! There's something fishy about that palm strike!"

As they were talking, Lin Daochen suddenly raised his hand and swallowed three pills.

Xuan Cheng's eyes flashed, and he immediately sneered, "Heh, I see..."

"It was just a forbidden technique."

He understood immediately. There were indeed secret techniques in the martial arts world that could briefly unleash astonishing combat power, but at a great cost. He concluded that the three pills were the antidote used to suppress the backlash.

"There is no need to be afraid. This person is merely exchanging injury for strength, attempting to intimidate us with a single blow and force us to back down."

"Too bad—with me here, his little tricks won't cause any trouble."

"Now, I'll take him down myself!"

After saying this, Xuan Cheng flashed through the air and landed steadily opposite Lin Daochen.

"May I ask your esteemed name, fellow traveler?"

He did not act immediately, but instead asked in a deep voice.

As far as he knew, these forbidden techniques all had time limits.

Although it's unknown how long Lin Daochen can hold out, delaying is definitely the best course of action.

Once the explosive period is over, the outcome will naturally change.

Xuan Cheng was making plans in his mind.

"Lin Daochen".

Lin Daochen responded indifferently, his expression cold and stern.

The moment he swallowed the three Lesser Rejuvenation Pills, his depleted spiritual energy was completely restored. This Shaolin monk before him was no longer worth mentioning. With the outcome already decided, he naturally had no rush to attack.

"Master Dao Chen, you are Zhang Sanfeng's senior brother, and you should have been a disciple of Master Jueyuan back then, right? In that case, you were also involved in Shaolin's karma. You should have remembered the Buddhist teachings and been irreconcilably opposed to evil and heretical sects. How could you instead condone your disciples forming brotherhood with demonic cult members and even openly protect them?"

"Xie Xun has indiscriminately slaughtered his fellow followers, and his evil deeds are notorious. As an elder, you should order Zhang Cuishan to reveal his whereabouts and lead us to eliminate this scourge. This is the right way. Instead, you are protecting your own, which is tantamount to aiding and abetting evil."

Xuan Cheng questioned in a deep voice, his tone aggressive.

"Master Xuancheng, my sworn brother had a hidden story back then..."

Just as Zhang Cuishan was about to speak in his defense, Lin Daochen interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

"No need for further explanation."

Lin Daochen slightly raised his eyes, his voice like a cold spring striking stone: "We Wudang people never explain our actions to others. If you have a problem, swallow it; if you're not satisfied—bring it on."

The surrounding martial arts heroes were shocked upon hearing this.

This Dao Chen Zhenren is incredibly domineering!

These words were incredibly arrogant!

On the Wudang side, Zhang Sanfeng and the others also narrowed their pupils, as if seeing their senior master's true face for the first time.