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

"Go quickly and invite Master Tongming!" Kongwen gritted his teeth and growled.

"No need, I'm already here."

A voice suddenly rang out, and a figure appeared out of thin air—it was Tongming.

He stood there, a trace of shock still lingering between his brows—he had witnessed that sword strike with his own eyes.

A single sword strike severed three lives without warning, as if the heavens and earth had suddenly split open, revealing a deadly intent.

"That person must be eliminated after Wudang is destroyed."

Tongming said in a deep voice, his tone icy.

"His talent is too monstrous; he cannot be allowed to live."

Kong Wen nodded slowly. It wasn't just Yu Lianzhou.

None of the Seven Heroes of Wudang can survive.

After the disciples carried away the bodies of Du'e and the others, Tongming stepped into the arena, his gaze sharp as a knife, piercing straight at Wudang: "Lin Daochen, come out and face your death!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a cold wind suddenly arose.

Lin Daochen's eyes flashed, and his figure vanished from the spot in an instant, standing in the center of the battlefield, facing Tongming from afar.

"Prepare to die?"

He smiled slightly, his voice as calm as snow falling in a deep valley, "Today, the one who deserves to die is you, and the thousand-year-old signboard behind you—Shaolin."

"Hahaha!"

Tongming laughed loudly, his laughter echoing like a bell resounding through the forest and reverberating across the fields.

"Arrogant and ignorant! The world blindly praises you, and you actually think you're invincible?"

"Shaolin's thousand-year-old foundation has suppressed countless heroes of the martial world. How dare you utter such arrogant words?"

boom--!

Before he finished speaking, Tongming's aura exploded!

A beam of rainbow light shot into the sky, as if a god or Buddha had descended to earth.

In an instant, he seemed to be in sync with the heavens and earth, his breath containing the rhythm of the Great Dao, and every move he made resonated with the void.

Sunlight bathed it, gilding its body with golden light, making it radiant and majestic, like a Buddha descending to earth, sacred and inviolable.

The entire arena fell silent. The immense, unfathomable pressure swept in all directions, causing countless spectators to feel their legs go weak and their hearts to stop beating.

"Good heavens... what level is this?"

"The Shaolin Twenty-Three Ultimate Skills Monks... are indeed terrifying!" The surrounding heroes were dumbfounded and deeply shocked.

Those who had been hopeful because of Lin Daochen's previous achievements were now wavering – could a person really defy the heavens in the face of such a near-miraculous existence?

The veteran of the martial arts world who had once visited Wudang Mountain and witnessed Zhang Sanfeng's 100th birthday banquet was suddenly shocked and stared intently at the direction of Shaolin. This Master Tongming, in terms of sheer charisma, had far surpassed the former master of the Yin-Yang School of the Great Qin Dynasty, Donghuang Taiyi!

Some people suddenly remembered that when Tongming became famous as one of the "Twenty-Three Master Monks of Shaolin", Donghuang Taiyi was still lying in the shadows.

He entered the realm of terrestrial immortals much earlier than Donghuang.

Could such a person truly be a match for Dao Chen Zhenren?

Within the Shaolin formation, thousands of monks gazed up at Tongming, which was enveloped in golden light, their eyes burning with passion and their minds boiling.

"So the patriarch was actually this powerful!"

"That's not all. The patriarch has been in seclusion for a hundred years, and he simply doesn't care about worldly strife."

"If he truly makes a move, there are only a handful of people in the entire world who could withstand three of his attacks!"

"Lin Daochen, a mere outcast expelled from the sect, can be reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye!"

Kong Wen raised his head and sneered, his words like knives, cutting down all doubts.

Upon hearing this, the monks were filled with fervor, and their clamor was so loud it almost overturned the entire Songshan Mountain.

On the Wudang side, Song Yuanqiao and others had solemn expressions, with worry hidden between their brows.

This power of transparency far exceeded expectations.

Master Uncle... can you still win?

All eyes turned to the figure in the green robe in the center of the arena.

"You are indeed a bit stronger than Donghuang Taiyi, and your reputation is not undeserved." Lin Daochen said lightly, his tone indifferent. "Today, I hope you can give me a second look."

Before he finished speaking, his aura exploded outwards, like the Yangtze River overflowing the Milky Way, soaring straight to the heavens and shaking the stars!

boom--!

His Taoist robes fluttered wildly, his hair flew like swords, and an aura of transcendence from the mortal world emanated from him, as if the Taoist ancestor of the heavens had descended to earth and shattered the boundaries of the mundane world with one step.

The power of the ninth level of Qi Refining is no ordinary thing. Such a transformation is beyond the comprehension of outsiders.

In an instant, the entire place fell into a deathly silence, as if even breathing had been frozen.

Lin Daochen's aura was on par with Tongming's, and even slightly surpassed it!

Even Tong Ming himself couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly and raise his eyebrows.

This Lin Daochen... is indeed not simple.

On the Shaolin side, the monks who had been making a ruckus just moments before suddenly fell silent, as if doused with a bucket of ice water.

The Wudang people were pounding with excitement – ​​their senior master had undergone a complete transformation since the Wudang battle!

"I must say, I underestimated you." Tongming spoke slowly, his voice deep and resonant. "You are worthy of my attention. Unfortunately, you shouldn't have revealed your hand so soon."

"If you conceal your weaknesses and feign weakness, you might be able to seize a chance to survive when I'm off guard."

"Now that you've forced me to take this seriously, then—don't blame me for suppressing you with all my might."

Upon hearing this, Lin Daochen suddenly laughed, his laughter clear and unrestrained: "No need for such nonsense. Why bother with scheming when dealing with you?"

He flicked his sleeves, his gaze sharp as lightning: "Save your energy. Come, let me see just how amazing the 'Twenty-Three Master Monks,' who once shook the martial world, truly are!"

Tongming's expression suddenly turned cold. "As you wish."

As soon as the words were spoken, a burst of light emanated from the Buddha!

Golden light tore through the sky, and a majestic image appeared in mid-air, like the Buddha descending to earth, with boundless killing intent hidden within compassion.

The next instant, he threw a punch!

Boom—!

Light cascaded like a waterfall, the force of the punch was vast and boundless, and crystal-clear white energy tore through the void, illuminating heaven and earth—

Light Fist!

One of the 72 Shaolin Arts, renowned for its ability to purify evil spirits.

This punch, seemingly meant to save all living beings, was in reality only intended to completely annihilate Lin Daochen!

The void shattered, and a hundred-foot-long crack stretched straight out, as if the sky had been forcibly torn apart!

All the grandmasters were shaken to their core, their breath caught in their throats.

The power of this punch can be described as unparalleled in the world!

Ordinary martial artists were terrified, their legs went weak, as if they had fallen into an endless abyss, and even their thoughts were frozen.

Lin Daochen remained calm, his gaze unwavering.

Tongming was indeed powerful. This punch, in terms of intent, power, and control over martial arts, had reached its peak.

The same ultimate skill, when used by Tongming, was several times more powerful than that of Xuancheng; it was even a whole realm higher than the strength that Donghuang Taiyi had displayed that day.

With over two hundred years of cultivation worthy of a terrestrial immortal, such strength is truly astonishing.

If it were Lin Daochen from the battle at Wudang Mountain, he would probably have no choice but to immediately activate the "Burning Spirit Explosion Technique" to desperately try to survive.

But Lin Daochen at this moment was no longer a pseudo-expert who relied on secret techniques to maintain his ninth level of Qi Refining; he had truly stepped into this realm. Faced with this punch, he no longer needed to retreat.

Until Tongming's fist of light, which filled the heavens and earth, crashed down.

Lin Daochen discarded his sword and met the attack with a punch!

boom!

The dark fist energy surged forth like a deep abyss, its dark light swirling, tearing through the void, and crashing head-on into the vast light.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

The clear, domineering fist intent was incomparably fierce. If it were an ordinary person who had just entered the realm of immortals, they would probably be crushed into dust with a single punch. However, this kind of power was actually blocked the moment it collided with Lin Daochen's sinister fist force, and three earth-shattering explosions erupted in succession!

After a brief clash, the light shattered and went out inch by inch.

On the contrary, the dark fist force, with its remaining momentum, rushed straight towards Tongming's face!

Tongming's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he threw another punch—

boom!

The force of the punch dissipated with a bang ten feet in front of him.

The entire room fell silent.

This attack, seemingly casual, was in fact astonishing! Whether it was the Radiant Fist that could ignite the heavens and boil the seas, or Lin Daochen's Dark Force that could erode the void and sever the soul, such attacks would likely leave no trace on anyone else. And this was merely a test before the two began their battle!

Amidst the shock, the onlookers were filled with burning anticipation: what kind of earth-shattering scene would it be if they really fought with all their might?

"Your strength...is a bit beyond my expectations."

Tongming stared at Lin Daochen, his face grim.

In that last move, he threw two punches, while his opponent only threw one. Anyone with eyes could see that he had lost by half a move.

Lin Daochen said indifferently, "Your strength is much weaker than I expected."

He paused, then added, "Furthermore, I suggest you use some Shaolin techniques that Xuancheng doesn't know."

Tongming's face immediately turned ashen.

The first sentence is blatant contempt; the second sentence is even more brutal, reopening old wounds—when Lin Daochen was deciphering Xuancheng's unique skills one by one on Wudang Mountain, he ridiculed the Shaolin Seventy-Two Arts as nothing more than empty words.

Enraged, Tongming roared, "Do you truly look down on the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts? Today I'll use these 'trash' to take your life!"

Before he finished speaking, he took a step into the void and unleashed a palm strike!

boom--!

The powerful palm strike exploded like thunder, carrying immense force as it struck Lin Daochen. In the void, faint chanting of Buddhist hymns echoed, as if the Buddhas were whispering, suppressing evil and vanquishing demons.

At this moment, Tongming was like an angry Vajra, and his palm fell like a Buddha descending to earth!

Someone's pupils contracted, and they exclaimed in shock, "The Prajna Palm!"

The Shaolin First Palm! Its power is boundless, and only the core members and high-ranking members of the temple can practice it. It is even more difficult to master, and even a genius like Xuancheng, who appears only once every hundred years, has not been able to master it. Who would have thought that Tongming would have already reached the pinnacle of it!

Boom!

The Buddha's palm swept across the sky, shattering mountains and breaking rivers; wherever its power reached, all things were annihilated!

[You were attacked by the Prajna Palm. Observing the trajectory of this move up close, you discerned its flaws and essence, and comprehended the counter-palm technique: the Unpredictable Shattering Star Palm.]

Lin Daochen thrust out a palm, precisely striking the vital point of the Prajna Zen Palm!

boom!

The powerful palm strike instantly disintegrated and vanished without a trace.

Tongming frowned slightly.

The next instant, his monk's robe billowed, and his aura changed again! He flicked his finger, the force of which was like a knife, piercing through the air—the Maha Finger Technique!

Lin Daochen also flicked his finger lightly, a flash of cold light passing through his fingertip, directly shattering the finger force.

Tongming's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, forming a "川" (river) shape.

Without further hesitation, he changed his moves in quick succession—Seven Star Fist of Unparalleled Beauty! Paramita Hand! Thousand Leaf Hand of Great Compassion!

A series of Shaolin martial arts techniques were unleashed, as fast as a storm!

But no matter what kind of special technique it was, Lin Daochen could easily dismantle and destroy it all!

Among the spectators, those seasoned veterans who had personally witnessed the Wudang battle felt as if time had reversed—this Master Tongming… was reenacting Xuancheng's defeat from that day!

The Wudang camp was greatly encouraged by Song Yuanqiao and others. Their senior master was still as impressive as ever, and no one could rival him!

On the Shaolin side, the monks, including Kong Wen, were ashen-faced, almost bleeding. One after another, their temple's most treasured martial arts techniques had been broken in public, causing them to lose face and their prestige utterly destroyed!