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

"This old Taoist priest must not be allowed to live! Otherwise, the century-old reputation of Shaolin will be ruined in an instant!"

Kong Zhi stared intently at Lin Daochen, his eyes surging with murderous intent, like thunderclaps from the depths of a cold pool.

Meanwhile, the Wudang side was filled with excitement and overjoyed.

"Master Uncle is simply amazing! He broke through more than a dozen Shaolin martial arts techniques all by himself!" Yu Lianzhou exclaimed in admiration, his face full of shock.

Song Yuanqiao and the others nodded in agreement, unable to hide their excitement.

"Hehe, that monk Xuancheng is probably so angry he'll vomit blood." Mo Shenggu grinned, his tone full of schadenfreude.

Zhang Songxi frowned and said in a low voice, "While my senior uncle's actions are certainly satisfying, they also mean a complete break with Shaolin. The Seventy-Two Arts are the foundation of Shaolin's existence, and now that many of them have been destroyed, they will certainly not let this go."

"What's there to be afraid of?" Mo Shenggu sneered. "They started this trouble first, so let's fight them to the bitter end! Right, Master?"

Zhang Sanfeng nodded slightly.

Although Shaolin is strong, Wudang is not a pushover either.

What truly shocked him at that moment was the almost monstrous comprehension that Lin Daochen displayed—in such a short time, he was able to see through the weaknesses of many of Shaolin's unique skills. This talent was simply heaven-defying!

"Senior brother... is indeed unfathomable."

Zhang Sanfeng sighed inwardly, but a smile appeared in his eyes.

From this day forward, the name Lin Daochen will surely resound throughout the martial arts world and shake the entire nation.

"From now on, everyone in the world will know my senior brother—Master Daochen."

He smiled slightly, genuinely proud of his elder brother.

Not far away, Yu Xingrui and his disciples from Liyang Wudang stood side by side, their expressions equally frozen.

"Master, Senior Uncle Lin is too strong..." Li Yufu lowered his voice, his tone full of awe.

Yu Xingrui nodded slowly, his eyes flashing, his thoughts already wandering far away.

The Ming Dynasty's Wudang Sect actually harbors two masters of the terrestrial immortal level... If we can get them to take action, the predicament of Liyang Wudang might not be impossible to reverse.

If there were a real chance for things to turn around, why would he want his senior brother Wang Chonglou to continue to do the work for someone else?

The onlookers each had their own thoughts, while Xuan Cheng, who was in the midst of a fierce battle, was already consumed by rage and fear.

He had used almost all eighteen of his unique skills, yet none of them could harm Lin Daochen in the slightest. Instead, Lin Daochen dismantled them one by one, peeling away layer by layer like a bamboo shoot! This was completely beyond his comprehension!

"We can't delay any longer!"

Xuan Cheng grew increasingly disheartened with each battle, his fighting spirit nearly collapsing.

If this continues, our morale will collapse before we even suffer defeat!

In an instant, his eyes flashed with fierce intent, and his killing intent surged.

boom--!

The two clashed again, the force of the blows exploding as their figures abruptly separated.

This time, Xuan Cheng did not launch a preemptive attack. Instead, he stood still, his gaze sharp as a knife, piercing Lin Daochen, and spoke coldly:

"Lin Daochen! Your ability to break through so many of our temple's secret techniques shows that this was premeditated! If you don't die, you will surely become a major threat to Shaolin Temple in the future!"

"Today, even if it costs me my life, I will kill you here!"

What he thought was the same as Kongzhi's—if Lin Daochen lived, Shaolin's ultimate techniques would no longer be unsolvable; having been humiliated today, what would become of the sect's prestige? Only blood could wash away the shame!

"Oh."

Lin Daochen chuckled lightly, his tone mocking, as if he had heard some utterly ridiculous and arrogant statement.

He knew very well that even if Xuan Cheng risked his life, he wouldn't be able to touch a single hair on his head.

boom--!!!

The next instant, Xuan Cheng's aura suddenly surged!

Golden Buddha light burst forth from his body, like raging flames burning the sky, solemn as if the Buddha had descended to earth!

"Freeze!"

He clenched his right fist so tightly that his knuckles cracked.

In an instant, the golden flames surged wildly, converging on the fist like a tidal wave, as if compressing all the body's essence, energy, and spirit into a single strike!

Rumble—!!

The heavens and earth trembled, and the void twisted!

The countless experts present were shocked, and suddenly realized that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth from all directions was surging towards Xuan Cheng like rivers flowing into the sea!

Before long, Xuan Cheng's figure suddenly soared into the air, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered wildly around him, instantly transforming into a terrifying storm that devoured the sky.

Golden flames surged and Buddhist fire roared like a tide, burning fiercely at the heart of the storm, as if the karmic fire that had consumed the three realms was pouring down from the heavens.

At this moment, Xuan Cheng stood in the eye of the storm, like a golden Buddha shattering the void, his aura overwhelming and his power oppressive. Just a glance from afar sent shivers down everyone's spines, as if death had already silently descended.

A strong sense of crisis swept through everyone's hearts—disaster was imminent!

Without a word, everyone understood that this strike would shake the mountains and rivers and tear the world apart.

"You're going to fight to the death? Fine, then I'll send you to your grave."

Lin Daochen stared at the figure suspended in the storm, his eyes suddenly turning cold, filled with murderous intent.

Now that he has completely broken with Shaolin, he has no more scruples and leaves no room for maneuver.

wow-

The Yin-Yang Creation Technique is activated at full power!

In an instant, the spiritual energy within his body surged forth like a raging torrent, roaring and surging. His skin glowed with a jade-like luster, crystal clear, and wisps of Daoist charm flowed from his body, as if resonating with heaven and earth.

At this moment, Lin Daochen's aura reached its peak, achieving perfection.

His body was surrounded by swirling Yin and Yang energies, like dragons and pythons, with an aura soaring into the sky that seemed to tear through the clouds and pierce straight into the heavens.

At this moment, he was like an ancient Taoist ancestor who controlled Yin and Yang, looking down on the world with arrogance and dominance.

The entire arena fell silent; everyone's hearts were in their throats, their eyes fixed on the center of the battle.

The outcome hinges on this moment!

"die!"

Xuan Cheng roared, his voice shaking the eight directions. His killing intent was like a blade, carrying his life's cultivation, and he threw a punch!

There are no moves or styles, only the simplest straight punch.

Since Lin Daochen has seen through his Shaolin martial arts, he will abandon all techniques and decide the outcome with pure strength!

This punch, imbued with all his true essence and burning with his life force, was the strongest and most powerful strike of his life!

This punch was solely intended to directly challenge Lin Daochen's foundation of internal energy!

He was over a hundred years older and his accumulated skill far surpassed that of his opponent. He didn't believe that anyone in the world could outdo him in terms of the depth of his true energy!

The greatest truths are the simplest, yet a punch delivered with thunderous force!

boom--!

The entire void suddenly shattered, and a spatial rift tens of feet long appeared, as if the heavens and earth had been forcibly torn open with a giant mouth!

The force of the punch was like a meteor falling to earth, devastating and domineering, seemingly capable of crushing all living things!

The onlookers were all breathless, their pupils constricted, their eyes fixed on the destructive torrent that stretched across the sky.

This punch, which seizes the essence of heaven and earth, can be called the ultimate in human skill!

The moment the fist was thrown, Lin Daochen already felt himself being completely locked on.

But his expression remained unchanged, and his eyes were frighteningly calm.

Fighting with true energy? That's just courting death.

What surged within him was spiritual power—power that transcended ordinary mortal essence!

The difference is fundamental; the superiority is immediately apparent.

Lin Daochen slowly drew out his fist stance and threw out a punch as well.

There was no interplay of light and shadow, no extraordinary phenomena; it appeared plain and unremarkable, utterly unimpressive.

Compared to Xuan Cheng's earth-shattering blow, it was like an ordinary person throwing a punch casually.

But it is precisely because all its power is contained within, without leaking out even a trace, that it appears so "ordinary".

In reality, this punch was imbued with all his spiritual power, refined to its absolute limit!

boom!

Just as their fists were about to collide, the onlookers were all jolted and momentarily stunned.

In a daze, they seemed to see a destructive fist beam that pierced through the heavens and earth appear out of nowhere, carrying the power to destroy the world, breaking through the void, as if it could even shatter fate!

This is not the kind of power that should exist in the human world!

This was precisely the illusion caused by the terrifying power of Lin Daochen's fist, which caused a tremor in people's minds.

Right now—

Xuan Cheng's earth-shattering punch finally collided head-on with Lin Daochen's world-destroying punch!

Bang bang bang bang! ! !

A deafening roar tore through the sky, as if thunderbolts from the heavens had fallen upon the world. The two immense forces collided violently, unleashing a world-destroying power.

But this stalemate was short-lived.

Lin Daochen's fist strike was as deep as an abyss, crushing Xuan Cheng's defense with overwhelming force, and the aftershocks surged like a raging tide, heading straight for him.

Xuan Cheng, however, did not retreat but advanced, his eyes like iron, his face showing no fear, only determination.

"Amitabha!"

A Buddhist chant resounded through the mountains and forests. He leaped up, his figure as if burning away all worldly dust, pouring all his life's cultivation into this one punch.

That wasn't a desperate gamble; it was a strike to the death.

His aura surged wildly, his monk's robes fluttering, like a golden Arhat reborn from the ashes, determined to perish together with his enemy.

Lin Daochen remained indifferent, his expression unchanged, as the self-destructive force of the fist crashed down upon him.

boom--!!!

Heaven and earth fell silent, and the void shattered!

The sound waves were like knives, sweeping across the entire arena. Those watching the battle experienced excruciating eardrum pain and were momentarily deaf.

Smoke and dust billowed into the sky, air currents surged, and the glow of the sunset danced wildly. The entire battlefield was swallowed by chaos, and as far as the eye could see, there was only a gray and raging torrent.

But the lingering aftershocks were like a cataclysmic flood, sweeping wildly around, cracking the ground and turning vegetation to dust wherever they passed.

Everyone was horrified. Those who were weaker fled in panic, fearing that they would be caught in the crossfire and perish there.

Even so, they kept their eyes glued to the center of the battlefield, with only one thought in their minds:

Is the outcome already decided?

Previously, Lin Daochen's victory, achieved with overwhelming force, surprised everyone. But now, Xuan Cheng's desperate gamble, almost burning his soul, makes the outcome uncertain.

Even the Wudang disciples, who were originally firm in their beliefs, could not help but waver at this moment.

Suddenly, a commotion broke out in the Shaolin camp.

Kongzhi's expression changed drastically, and the pupils of the other monks all constricted.

The wind stopped, the clouds dispersed, and the dust settled.

The scene in the field is clearly visible.

Xuancheng collapsed to the ground, head bowed, breathing rapidly like a leaking bellows. His monk's robe was riddled with holes, and fresh blood dripped from between his fingers, staining the yellow earth beneath him red.

He seemed oblivious, remaining silent as a stone, as if reminiscing or confessing.

A dozen steps away, Lin Daochen stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering lightly, exuding an air of otherworldly grace, like a celestial being descended from a painting.

No injury, no trace, no ripples.

The outcome is obvious.

After a moment of deathly silence, the entire hall erupted in uproar.

A deafening cheer erupted from the Wudang side.

"Master Uncle won!!"

"That's incredible! It's inhuman!"

Song Yuanqiao and the others were overwhelmed with excitement, their hearts churning with emotion. They had long known that Lin Daochen was unfathomable, but they never expected that he could defeat two terrestrial immortals in succession. Such combat power was nothing short of defying the heavens and changing one's destiny.

Mo Shenggu suddenly leaned closer to Zhang Sanfeng, a sly glint in his eyes: "Master, were you able to defeat him back then?"

Zhang Sanfeng was taken aback, then laughed and scolded, "Seventh Brother, are you asking for trouble? You know perfectly well what you're asking. How could your master have such an ability!"

The crowd laughed, and their tense hearts finally relaxed.

After this battle, the overall situation was settled.

Yu Xingrui stood quietly to the side. After the shock subsided, a certain thought became clearer in his mind and he could no longer suppress it.

On the other side, Meng Chixing and his disciples looked at each other, their faces filled with shock.