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

"Lin Daochen... deserves to die!" Kong Wen's eyes flashed with murderous intent as he stared intently at the slender figure. "You've been plotting to break my Shaolin martial arts for a long time! Today, you will not be allowed to leave alive!"

Another unique skill was easily broken, and Tongming was furious, shouting at Lin Daochen.

"That's a trick! A despicable tactic, what kind of real skill is that? Do you dare to fight me head-on!"

Lin Daochen remained unmoved, his tone icy: "I've said it before, your so-called extraordinary skills are nothing but a pile of junk, easily shattered with a flick of the wrist. Why bother scheming against them?"

His gaze swept over us indifferently, tinged with a hint of mockery: "What? Can't accept defeat?"

With bloodshot eyes, Tongming roared to the sky, "Bring the blade!"

Within the Shaolin formation, Kong Wen, with a solemn expression, immediately handed over a monk's knife.

The knife was no more than two fingers wide, its blade as thin as paper, and its entire body was pitch black, without any patterns or decorations, yet it was so heavy that the air seemed to tremble—its ancient simplicity exuded a murderous intent forged through countless trials.

"This sword is named 'Kunwu,' forged from refined iron through a hundred refinements. It was the sword I carried before I became a terrestrial immortal."

"I thought I would never need to touch it again in this lifetime, but today... I'm making an exception for you."

"To die by this blade is the greatest fortune of your life; you can rest in peace!"

With a gleaming sword in front, the Buddha's power is overwhelming.

Lin Daochen scoffed, making no attempt to hide the contempt in his eyes.

This old monk is truly a frog in a well.

Indeed, Tongming is much stronger than Donghuang Taiyi back then, but looking at the world, there are countless strong people. The King of Wudi City sits in the East Sea, and the residual aura alone is enough to suppress all heroes - that is the truly unfathomable existence.

How dare an old monk who hasn't even reached the ninth level of Qi Refining claim to be invincible? It's utterly laughable.

"Have you finished rambling?" Lin Daochen said coldly. "If you want to fight, then fight. All this talk won't change anything; you're just a dying man."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Heavenly Prison Sword was drawn.

A flash of cold light, the sword's edge pointing diagonally at the ground. Lin Daochen stood in the wind, his robes fluttering, like a divine weapon about to cleave the sky.

"Fine." Tongming gritted his teeth. "One move to decide life or death!"

He knew that dragging things out any longer was pointless. Lin Daochen had seen through all his tactics; a prolonged battle would inevitably lead to defeat. It was better to go all out, break the deadlock with force, and gamble with this moment of life and death!

"Correct." Lin Daochen's eyes flashed.

He also wanted a quick victory. After all—the sweeping monk deep within Shaolin Temple had not yet appeared. If he were truly stronger, it would be wise to conserve his strength.

In an instant, the world fell silent.

boom!!!

Tongming's body erupted with dazzling golden light, his Buddhist radiance like flames, sweeping across all directions. True essence surged through his meridians, his acupoints opened, and a vast power coalesced into one, as if the entire world was resonating with him.

The chanting of Buddhist hymns resounded through the void, solemn and dignified, as if the Buddha had descended to earth to suppress evil spirits.

Beneath his feet, the earth cracked, air surged, and the surrounding space twisted and vibrated, as if a Buddhist pure land had been created—he was the ruler, the god, and the embodiment of all rules!

Its momentum has increased several times compared to before!

From a distance, it looks like an angry Vajra descending to earth, inspiring awe in those who behold it.

However, Lin Daochen on the other side seemed more like a sword immortal who transcended the mortal world—

boom!!!

His breath suddenly exploded, like a raging wave crashing against the shore, like the Milky Way pouring down!

The originally ethereal and otherworldly Daoist charm instantly transformed into a sword intent that tore through the heavens and earth, sharp and unparalleled, soaring straight into the sky and even piercing a visible crack in the firmament!

At this moment, he was no longer a Taoist priest, but the sword itself!

Sever the heavens, sever the earth, destroy the gods, and annihilate the heart!

The onlookers held their breath, their hearts almost stopping.

They saw it clearly—this duel was no longer a contest of victory or defeat, but a battle for life and death!

After one move, one person will surely fall!

Behind this victory or defeat lies not only the fate of the two individuals, but also the rise and fall of the two ancient sects, Wudang and Shaolin!

When the news of this duel was first heard, the martial arts world was shaken, and everyone was moved.

To stake the fate of one's sect on such a bold move? Such self-confidence?

That is why today's battle is destined to be recorded in history!

The outcome is about to be revealed.

Will Master Daochen die on the spot and Wudang be wiped out, or will Master Tongming pass away and Shaolin's thousand-year foundation be severed? Everything will be revealed in the next battle.

Those watching from all around held their breath, their eyes glued to the scene, not daring to even blink.

boom--!

In the center of the battlefield, a terrifying force suddenly erupted.

Golden flames surged around Tongming, his Buddhist light burning like fire, igniting his physical body and soul. He held nothing back, transforming his cultivation, essence, and divine sense into fuel, all to unleash that final strike.

The heavens and earth trembled, and spiritual energy surged forth.

Lin Daochen's eyes flickered slightly as he sensed something unusual—the spiritual energy of heaven and earth that was drifting in the void was being forcibly drawn by Tongming and gathered towards the Kunwu Ring Blade in his hand.

"To burn one's life force against the laws of heaven and earth in order to seize spiritual power?"

Lin Daochen sighed inwardly.

Brutal, tyrannical, and almost self-destructive.

However, it must be admitted that for a martial arts monk who is not familiar with the path of immortality cultivation, being able to achieve this is already a heaven-defying feat.

If it were an ordinary terrestrial deity facing such a desperate attack, they would probably have no choice but to retreat.

Unfortunately... his opponent today is Lin Daochen.

slam-la-

As the Yin-Yang Creation Technique began to operate, the spiritual energy within Lin Daochen surged like a river overflowing its banks, vast and boundless. In an instant, a profound and mysterious Daoist aura emanated from his body, as if the ultimate principles of heaven and earth flowed with his breath.

Immediately afterwards, spiritual energy from all directions surged toward him like rivers flowing into the sea.

No sacrifice, no burning, just the natural resonance of heaven and earth through the method of attack—this is the true way to cultivate immortality.

Compared to Tongming's desperate struggle to barely mobilize a trace of the power of heaven and earth, Lin Daochen's actions were like a celestial being descending to earth, clearly demonstrating the difference in their abilities.

Tongming instantly sensed something was wrong.

"What?! He can also manipulate the power of heaven and earth?!"

My heart sank.

What made him even more desperate was that as Lin Daochen began to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, which he could barely control before, rapidly became thinner and thinner—the speed at which the other party absorbed it far exceeded the limit that he could withstand.

We can't delay any longer!

The outcome is already in our favor; any further hesitation will only lead to defeat.

"cut--!"

A furious roar echoed through the mountain gate.

With bloodshot eyes, Tongming slashed through the sky with his Kunwu ring-shaped sword, unleashing the strongest strike of his life.

This strike, imbued with his life's cultivation, all his essence, spirit, and the power of heaven and earth forcibly extracted, was delivered without reservation, solely to end everything.

Rumble—!

The sword intent surged like a raging sea, sweeping across heaven and earth. Golden sword energy tore through the void, creating cracks dozens of feet long that appeared out of thin air, causing the air to explode and space to collapse. The nearest Shaolin Temple hall trembled violently, tiles flying everywhere, and beams and pillars groaning.

That single strike seemed to sever fate itself.

"That's terrifying..."

The onlookers were terrified. The top martial arts masters all paled, their minds filled with only one thought: How could Dao Chen Zhenren withstand such a devastating attack?

All I saw was—

Lin Daochen's robes fluttered in the wind, his body remained still, yet his aura soared into the sky.

In an instant, he completely released his sword intent and merged it into his aura. He no longer resembled a Taoist master, but rather a peerless divine sword drawn from the depths of the netherworld, pointing straight to the heavens, its sharpness destroying everything in its path.

Clang—!

The Heavenly Prison Sword hummed softly, its sound like an ancient, resonant bell, desolate yet majestic.

Immediately, countless sword cries echoed throughout Shaoshi Mountain.

All the martial arts practitioners carrying weapons were suddenly startled—their swords were trembling and groaning uncontrollably, and no matter if they were grandmasters, great grandmasters, or even immortals, they could not suppress them!

The sword is afraid.

The sword is in submission.

Because it wasn't a person wielding a sword, but rather the very essence of swordsmanship descending to earth.

In an instant, ten thousand swords resonated on Mount Shaoshi, like officials paying homage to the emperor or stars surrounding the moon!

At that moment, all the sword practitioners were shaken, and their gazes involuntarily turned to Lin Daochen, a hint of awe appearing in their eyes.

Dao Chen Zhenren's sword intent has already transcended the ordinary and reached sainthood. With just a single sword qi, he established a sect on Wudang Mountain and created a holy land of swordsmanship. Such a realm is beyond the reach of others!

Facing the rapidly approaching golden blade energy, Lin Daochen remained unmoved, lightly raising his wrist as the Heavenly Prison Sword drew a mysterious arc.

Swish-!

A streak of snow-white sword light tore through the sky, sharp as frost and boundless in its domineering power.

Wherever its sharp edge reached, the world changed color, and the sword intent swept across the entire field like a tidal wave, as if it wanted to cut this world in two!

boom!!!

The void trembled violently, as if the space itself could not bear the weight, emitting a low, mournful groan.

The moment that sword fell, it was as if all things came to an end—mountains and rivers collapsed, the sun and moon were overturned, and all living beings perished!

Those watching the battle were all terrified, their spines trembling, as if they themselves had become a speck of dust about to be shattered.

Ultimate slaughter! Ultimate destruction!

"It's Dao Chen Zhenren's technique—the Number One Killing Sword Under Heaven!"

The surrounding sword cultivators had bloodshot eyes, rapid breathing, and were almost insane.

The sword is for battle; sword cultivators are born with a thirst for war! And this sword technique is the ultimate in battle, the supreme among killing techniques!

Even Lin Daochen himself was surprised.

Although he had forcibly raised his Qi to the ninth level of Qi Refining using the Burning Spirit Explosion Technique during the battle at Wudang Mountain, he was far from possessing the power he has now.

The only difference is the sword in his hand—it was a mid-grade Yellow-rank Primordial Sword back then, but now it is a high-grade Yellow-rank Heavenly Prison Sword.

How could such a small difference in the quality of a magical artifact cause such a dramatic change?

With a slight shift in thought, Lin Daochen realized: relying on secret techniques to forcibly enhance one's cultivation is ultimately superficial; only a solid foundation of power lies in one's actual realm.

At this moment, the white sword energy and the golden saber energy collided head-on in the void!

boom! ! ! !

A deafening explosion ripped through the sky, making eardrums feel like they were about to burst!

The destructive torrent erupted violently from the point of impact, like a celestial river overflowing its banks and the universe being overturned!

Sword energy and saber energy clashed fiercely, golden and white light intertwined and splashed, like starlight falling to earth, dazzling yet deadly.

The aftershocks swept across the area, shattering rocks within a radius of several dozen feet and creating countless jagged ravines on the ground that spread like a spider web.

Witnessing this scene, countless martial arts practitioners turned pale and were terrified.

Fortunately, those who were able to climb Shaoshi Mountain to watch the battle were all extraordinary; otherwise, this single wave of attack would have been enough to stain the mountains and fields with blood.

Even so, several martial artists who were too close and had weaker cultivation were blown away by the strong wind and coughed up blood.

Everyone's expression changed drastically, and they all used their lightness skills to retreat rapidly, fearing that they would be caught in the crossfire.

Even as they retreated further, their gaze remained fixed on the center of the battlefield, not daring to waver even slightly.

With the outcome still undecided, neither side wanted to miss the final moment.

At this moment, the battlefield was completely swallowed up by thick smoke and dust, with no one in sight and no sound.

All was silent, except for the pounding of my heart.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the results to be announced.

A moment later—

As the smoke and dust dissipated, the storm subsided, and the light and shadows returned to calm.

All eyes turned to the field.

Immediately afterwards, the entire room fell silent, filled with shock.