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

time flies.

As Lin Daochen and his group traversed mountains and valleys, news of that battle had already spread like wildfire throughout the entire martial arts world.

More and more swordsmen, sword cultivators, independent cultivators, and sect disciples flocked to Shaoshi Mountain.

One is the most dazzling Wudang prodigy of the moment—Master Daochen, whose prowess is unparalleled;

One of them was the legendary Shaolin monk Tongming, who once swept across the land with his twenty-three unique skills.

A clash of titans, a fight to the death.

Who would want to miss such a spectacular show?

Moreover, the outcome of this battle is not only a life-or-death duel between Dao Chen Zhenren and the monk Tongming of the Twenty-Three Supreme Skills, but also affects the lifelines of the two top sects, Shaolin and Wudang.

After this battle concludes, the landscape of the martial arts world will inevitably undergo dramatic changes—a towering figure will surely collapse.

The news caused an uproar throughout the martial arts world.

Who wouldn't want to witness such a once-in-a-century epic battle? Every martial artist with a bit of stamina was rushing towards Shaoshi Mountain, wishing they could sprout wings and fly to the summit.

……

Time flies like an arrow, and the day of the decisive battle is fast approaching.

As dawn broke, the top of Shaoshi Mountain was already packed with people.

Martial arts heroes from all over the world had already surrounded Shaolin Temple. The open space in front of the temple gate had been cleared out as a battlefield—the ground was paved with bluestone, a strong wind was blowing, and a sense of impending doom was palpable.

A crowd gathered all around, while the Shaolin monks stood in formation, ready to fight.

Apart from Tongming, who was nowhere to be seen, all the core high monks, including Kongwen and Kongxing, were present, their expressions solemn.

A moment ago, a disciple reported that the Wudang group had arrived at the foot of the mountain and were climbing the steps.

As soon as the news spread, the heroes held their breath and focused their attention on the end of the mountain road.

Half an incense stick later, the Wudang group finally appeared.

"They've arrived! Dao Chen Zhenren has come!"

The crowd erupted in cheers.

But then, a surprised voice rang out: "Why isn't Zhang Sanfeng here?"

Everyone looked closely, and sure enough, the legendary old Taoist priest was nowhere to be seen. Immediately, a murmur of discussion arose—

The sect leader is absent from a major battle that concerns the survival of the sect? This is illogical!

Amidst the commotion, the Wudang group had already reached Shaolin Temple.

Song Yuanqiao stepped forward, cupped his hands, and asked, "Abbot Kongwen, my senior master has arrived. When will your esteemed Master Tongming arrive?"

"Master Song, don't be anxious."

Kong Wen smiled calmly, his tone gentle yet sharp: "Today, all the wise men have gathered, making this an unprecedentedly grand occasion. This humble monk has a suggestion—why don't we, the juniors of our two sects, spar a bit before the two seniors exchange blows, both to entertain everyone and to warm up for the upcoming great battle?"

He paused, a slight smile playing on his lips: "If Wudang finds this inconvenient... then so be it. I will immediately ask Master Tongming to come out of seclusion."

The meaning was self-evident as soon as the words were spoken.

Song Yuanqiao's expression darkened slightly. This was a blatant attempt to provoke him.

But in front of all the heroes of the world, the backbone of Wudang cannot be bent.

"I wonder how the abbot intends to conduct this exchange?" he asked in a deep voice.

Kong Wen raised his hand and gestured, and three old monks slowly stepped out from behind him.

All three held black ropes, their auras as deep and vast as the sea. Their footsteps landed silently, yet they made the air in the entire arena feel heavier.

"I've heard that your sect's 'True Martial Seven-Section Formation' is the number one formation in the world," Kong Wen said slowly. "It just so happens that my three senior uncles also possess a set of combined techniques, and I would like to learn from them. How about we face off with formations and see whether your Seven-Section Formation is unparalleled or my Shaolin Vajra Indestructible is stronger?"

Song Yuanqiao's gaze sharpened: "May I ask the cultivation levels of the three masters?"

The old monk with the yellow face took half a step forward, his voice like a bronze bell: "The three of us monks are all at the Grandmaster level."

Song Yuanqiao frowned slightly: "Only Yu Lianzhou on our side has reached this level; the rest are all a hair's breadth away. Such a confrontation would be unfair."

"How about we invite one of the three of you to spar with my second junior brother one-on-one? Wouldn't that be more enjoyable?"

The old monk with the yellow face shook his head, his tone resolute: "My two brothers and I never distinguish between each other when facing an enemy. One person is three, and three people are one. No matter how many come, we will only send three of us."

"Besides—" Kong Wen suddenly interjected, his smile carrying a deeper meaning.

"Your sect's True Martial Seven Intercept Formation requires seven people to work together. You already have an advantage in numbers, which is more than enough to make up for the difference in cultivation level."

Upon hearing this, some discerning individuals in the crowd immediately let out a cold laugh:

"Ha, Kong Wen has a clever plan."

"Brother, what makes you say that?" someone asked curiously.

The man lowered his voice and said, "Do you know who these three are? Du'e, Du'jie, and Du'nan—the three living fossils of Shaolin! They are decades older than Song Yuanqiao and the others, all old monsters who have been Grandmasters for many years. The three of them practice the 'Vajra Subduing Demon Circle' together, and it is said that their combined strength can even withstand a terrestrial immortal!"

"What can Wudang use to fight back? Can a few more people bridge this gap?"

Everyone suddenly realized, and in their hearts they all cursed: Shameless!

Kong Wen's actions, while seemingly polite, were actually a step-by-step pressure, clearly intended to dampen Wudang's spirit before the major battle.

Song Yuanqiao saw through Kong Wen's scheme at a glance, sneered, and said directly: "These three masters are of the same generation as my master, and now they want to bully the weak with numbers. Isn't that a bit too unruly?"

To be honest, if all seven heroes of Wudang were present, all at the Grandmaster level, and they formed the True Martial Seven Intercept Formation, he would be absolutely confident of crushing these three old monks. But the reality is that, at present, only Yu Lianzhou has stepped into the threshold of the Grandmaster realm.

With Zhang Songxi, Yin Liting, and the other two absent, the formation could not be assembled at all.

"If Master Song is dissatisfied," Kong Wen said with a slight smile, his tone casual, "all the Wudang disciples present today, except for Dao Chen Zhenren, can join forces—our Shaolin will still only send these three senior uncles."

He paused, his words laced with sarcasm: "With this arrangement, surely Master Song won't still try to find fault? Or is it that... apart from Master Zhang and Master Daochen, everyone else at Wudang is a good-for-nothing?"

Every word was like a needle, piercing straight to the face.

That day, Lin Daochen broke through Shaolin's ultimate techniques in Wudang Mountain, severely damaging Shaolin's reputation.

Today, he would publicly humiliate Wudang, even if the methods were not honorable; as long as it worked, he would be the victor. Song Yuanqiao was about to retort when Lin Daochen calmly interrupted him: "Lianzhou, go and meet them."

The voice was not loud, but it was as steady as a rock.

"Want to experience the Shaolin's superior skills?"

Yu Lianzhou was taken aback and subconsciously looked at Lin Daochen.

He was full of confidence in a one-on-one situation.

But if the three old monsters on the other side joined forces, and the Vajra Subduing Demon Circle was activated, he would have no chance of winning!

"go."

Lin Daochen remained expressionless, raised his hand, took out the Heavenly Prison Sword, and handed it over, saying, "Use my sword."

In the instant of the exchange, a subtle divine consciousness quietly flowed into the sword—the Spirit Void Dividing Technique, conveying intent through the sword.

Shaolin monks are known for their underhanded tactics, but he's even better at them.

Although Yu Lianzhou did not understand the meaning, he could not hesitate to obey his master's order.

He leaped into the arena, sword in hand, his figure landing instantly—

boom!!!

Golden light exploded, and the Buddha's power was like a prison!

The three of them formed the Vajra Subduing Demon Circle, their auras merging and becoming one.

The black rope soared into the air, like a dragon constricting and killing, its three attacks sealing off all escape routes, its killing intent locked onto Yu Lianzhou's throat!

The first move is a decisive blow!

Yu Lianzhou's pupils contracted sharply. On the verge of life and death, the Primordial Tai Chi Sword Intent was about to be activated—at this very moment! Lin Daochen's eyes flickered slightly as his divine sense connected with the hidden divine thoughts within the Heavenly Prison Sword.

In that instant, Yu Lianzhou felt the longsword in his hand move on its own, as if guided by some ancient will—

boom!!!

A white light tore through the void, and the sword energy, like a blade that could cut through the heavens, swept across the battlefield!

The Vajra Subduing Demon Circle shattered instantly, and before the three old monks could react, their heads had already been severed from their bodies!

Blood splattered on the spot. Silence. Utter silence.

Only Lin Daochen remained calm, while the rest of the crowd paled.

"Wait...didn't you just say that the three of them, Du'e, together were comparable to immortals on land? How come they were all cut down with a single sword strike?" someone asked in a trembling voice.

The person in the know was already dumbfounded, and after a long while, stammered, "This...this can only mean that Second Master Yu is even stronger! Yes, that must be it!"

Immediately, others chimed in, "Indeed! To slay three grandmasters with a single sword strike—that's sheer incredible power!"

"Look at his swordplay, it's clearly Dao Chen Zhenren's killing swordsmanship! To be able to use it to this extent, Yu Erxia's swordsmanship talent is ridiculously monstrous!"

"..."

Praise poured in, and the atmosphere was electric. Only Yu Lianzhou, the person directly involved, looked completely bewildered.

"This... really was me?" He looked down at the Heavenly Prison Sword in his hand, shaking his head with a bitter smile. He knew his own limitations perfectly well. He was confident he could defeat any of the old monks in a one-on-one fight.

One against three? And one-shot them all?

I wouldn't even dare to dream of such a thing.

"It was my senior uncle who made the move."

He quickly realized that the sword just now was not under his control at all, but rather the Heavenly Prison Sword was carrying him out of the sword.

That is... the Great Freedom Gengjin Sword!

"My master's methods are indeed unfathomable."

Yu Lianzhou sighed inwardly, sheathed his sword, and turned to walk back to the Wudang camp.

Meanwhile, on the Wudang side...

Song Yuanqiao and the others watched him return, their faces still showing disbelief and shock.

"When did Second Brother become so powerful?" Yu Lianzhou has always been the strongest among the Seven Heroes of Wudang, but even if he is strong, he shouldn't be this strong, right?

One sword strike slays three Grandmasters, and even the combined might of Du'e and his ilk, comparable to terrestrial immortals, crumbles instantly—this is beyond the explanation of a mere "top expert." Could it be… that his master secretly gave him a cheat code?

Song Yuanqiao and the others all turned their gazes to Lin Daochen, their faces full of suspicion. It wasn't jealousy, but pure shock that made their scalps tingle.

Lin Daochen remained calm and silent. "You wouldn't understand even if I explained." That attack, called the Great Freedom Gengjin Sword, was actually a celestial technique he executed by controlling Yu Lianzhou's body and true essence with his divine sense, using the Heavenly Prison Sword as a guide.

On the surface, it appears that Yu Lianzhou was the one who made the move, but in reality, he was the one who killed someone from afar.

Although only a Grandmaster-level True Essence was used, with the addition of the Yellow-grade High-quality Magic Weapon, the Heavenly Prison Sword, killing three people was more than enough.

As for the claim that the three of them combined are comparable to immortals on land?

In his eyes, it was just that the formation hadn't been broken yet—even if it had, it wouldn't have mattered much.

"Thank you for bestowing the sword upon me, Senior Master."

Yu Lianzhou retreated to the Wudang camp and respectfully returned the Heavenly Prison Sword.

Before he finished speaking, Song Yuanqiao and the others immediately surrounded him, pressing him for details.

Lin Daochen, however, had already turned around with his sword, his eyes cold and piercing, pointing directly at the Shaolin side.

The real reckoning is only just beginning.

At the same time, within the Shaolin formation.

Kong Wen's face turned ashen, his fists clenched so tightly they almost crushed his palms.

This result was completely unexpected.

Intending to use this opportunity to suppress Wudang and establish its prestige in the martial arts world, it instead became a stepping stone for the other side to gain fame.

Not only did it cost three eminent monks their lives, but it also made Yu Lianzhou a legendary figure in one battle.

What pained him even more was that in just a few days since the battle with Wudang, Shaolin had lost a terrestrial immortal and four grandmasters—such losses were unprecedented in a thousand years!

"Wudang... is going too far!" He stared intently at the opposite mountain gate, his eyes blazing with anger and boundless hatred.

Another blood debt has been added to the list.