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

boom!!!

The purple lightning exploded, and thousands of lightning sword flowers burst forth, intertwining in the void to form a domain, which suddenly transformed into a vast sword prison, suppressing and sealing the violent sword energy within it!

Sun En's expression remained unchanged, and he slightly raised his fingertips.

boom--!!!

The yellow sword energy suddenly surged and crashed into a corner of the Thunder Sword Domain, creating a gap!

The entire sword domain trembled violently and collapsed instantly!

But before the aftershocks subsided—

The newly formed lightning flowers gathered wildly, condensing once again into a towering lightning blade, slashing back with earth-shattering force!

boom--! ! !

The heavens and earth roared as the two forces collided head-on, causing shockwaves to roll and the void to tremble!

Amidst the deafening explosion, Sun En's yellow sword energy crumbled inch by inch and retreated step by step!

The lightning blade, its momentum undiminished, hurtled straight at the main body!

Rumble—!!!

Lightning streaked across the sky, causing space to shatter wherever it passed—a truly terrifying sight!

Sun En's expression remained unchanged, and he raised his fingertips again.

That illusory sword broke through the air, directly meeting Lin Daochen's thunderous sword energy.

boom! boom! boom!

A series of explosions tore through the sky, and the clash of sword energies was like a thunderous explosion. Lin Daochen's thunderous sword energy disintegrated inch by inch in the violent collision, and Sun En seemed to have the upper hand.

But in that split second, a strange phenomenon occurred!

Where the lightning dissipated, crimson lightning suddenly exploded, and countless fine, rain-like lightning sword flowers swarmed in, layer upon layer, like a tidal wave crashing down on Sun En's illusory sword—this was the third transformation of Lin Daochen's "Thunder Sword Domain"!

Back in the day, the Great Song Dynasty's Sword Demon, the terrestrial Celestial Realm expert Dugu Qiubai, was defeated by this very move. Today, even Sun En, hailed as the number one Daoist master in the world, was caught off guard!

Before they could react, that illusory sword imbued with Dao intent was blasted into dust by the countless sword flowers!

boom--!!!

In an instant, countless thunderous sword energies converged from all directions, transforming into a destructive torrent that rushed straight towards Sun En!

That aura was so powerful it could shatter mountains and break seas, slay gods and destroy souls! It was so fierce it seemed to split the heavens and earth in two!

Sun En's pupils constricted sharply, and his expression changed drastically. He never expected that a junior Daoist cultivator could unleash such terrifying techniques!

In a direct confrontation, he had already lost.

But—he is Sun En! A peerless figure who has traversed the entire land and held the reins of the Daoist sect! Though terrified, his actions were as swift as a ghost!

boom!!!

With a series of sweeping hand gestures, forming profound hand seals, the void trembled, and a hazy yellow sky appeared before him. The moment that sky appeared, it seemed to isolate all laws, causing spacetime to shift, and Sun En's figure appeared to have detached from this world and vanished into another realm!

"Interesting." Lin Daochen's eyes flickered slightly, a cold glint in his lips. "Unfortunately, useless."

Before he finished speaking, he clenched his five fingers, using them as a sword to summon the thunder of heaven and earth—the fourth transformation descended!

Rumble!!!

The lightning regrouped, and the Sword Domain was reactivated! This time, its power increased tenfold! A sealing force that suppressed heaven and earth swept out, like a net descending from the sky, and smashed the yellow sky with a deafening roar!

The barrier between time and space shattered, and Sun En's figure was forcibly pulled back to reality!

The instant his figure reappeared, a thick, dragon-like thunderous sword aura roared out from the core of the sword domain, tearing through the void, locking onto Sun En's head, and slashing down!

Sun En was terrified and activated several protective secret techniques in succession, and his layers of defense were instantly deployed—but they all shattered!

Snap! Boom—!!!

A loud bang reverberated throughout the arena. Sun En was struck hard in the chest and was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Dead silence.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, their breath caught in their throats.

A deep, bone-revealing sword wound was suddenly seen split open on Sun En's chest, and blood gushed out, staining his Taoist robe red.

Seriously injured! A truly devastating blow!

Lin Daochen's sword strike was delivered without reservation. Not only did he use his strongest technique, but he also poured all his spiritual power into it—if it weren't for the reputation of Wudang, and the fact that he didn't use the Heavenly Prison Sword and the "Burning Spirit Explosion Technique," this strike would have been enough to kill!

At this moment, Sun En's meridians were completely destroyed, and the remaining sword intent was still raging within his body, continuously eroding him. Without a year and a half of rest, he wouldn't recover; even if he did, his foundation would be damaged, and his cultivation would inevitably regress!

And all of this is simply because—this is a Taoist gathering, and we'll stop here.

This duel, though seemingly complex, actually happened in the blink of an eye.

To outsiders, Lin Daochen had only lightly struck with his sword, yet Sun En had already collapsed to the ground, coughing up blood.

Everyone who had been looking forward to a fierce battle was completely dumbfounded.

After a brief silence, the entire room erupted in uproar!

"Master Sun... defeated in a single move?! Wow—Dao Chen Zhenren was too ruthless!"

"This is insane! Who could have imagined that a dignified Celestial Master would be so severely wounded by a single sword strike!"

"Dao Chen Zhenren's strength... has broken through again?!"

"A newcomer rises to the top, the old king falls! The former number one can't withstand the ravages of time!"

"Who can stop Dao Chen Zhenren now?! There's probably no one left in this world!"

Exclamations of surprise rose and fell, and many people secretly mocked the Zhengyi Sect—they wanted to take the opportunity to suppress Wudang, but their own backer was slapped in the face in public, and instead of stealing a chicken, they lost all face in the martial arts world.

"This time, the Zhengyi Sect has truly lost face! They wanted to overpower Wudang, but instead, Wudang trampled them underfoot and stole the limelight!"

"It wasn't just a crushing defeat in the literary contest; the martial arts contest was an even more utter failure—Grandmasters, immortals, and celestial beings were all wiped out, and a single victory was impossible to find. It's truly laughable."

"Now everyone can see clearly that from now on, the top spot in the Taoist sects will undoubtedly belong to Wudang!"

"Nonsense! With Dao Chen Zhenren here, who dares to disrespect Wudang? Who can rival them?"

The surrounding discussions were like a tidal wave, each word like a knife, piercing the faces of the people from Longhu Mountain and the various factions of Zhengyi Dao, leaving them ashen-faced and heartbroken.

This time, they didn't just lose; they were completely reduced to stepping stones, becoming the backdrop for Wudang's glory.

From then on, no one dared to mention "Zhengyi Dao is the leader of the Daoist sects" again. That position had changed hands.

Not only were the Zhengyi Dao practitioners demoralized, but even the high-ranking Daoist masters of the Quanzhen Dao were dejected and heartbroken.

In this year's World Taoist Conference, there is only one winner—Wudang.

"Why is it that such extraordinary talent did not come from the Zhengyi/Quanzhen sects?"

Countless Taoists sighed inwardly, filled with resentment and envy.

Everyone knows that while Zhang Sanfeng was indeed a genius of unparalleled talent, Wudang's true rise to power and its awe-inspiring influence throughout the land was due to Lin Daochen's sudden emergence and decisive victory with a single sword strike.

"Master, the incense offerings of Wudang in Liyang will likely flourish even more in the future."

Zhao Danxia spoke in a low voice, a hint of worry showing between her brows, as she looked at Zhao Huangchao beside her.

Of the three major Daoist sects of the Liyang Dynasty, the Nine Pecks of Rice Sect had long since ceased to exist in name only, while the remaining Longhu Mountain and Liyang Wudang were inherently irreconcilable enemies.

Today, Wudang shines brightly, and its status naturally rises accordingly.

"No need to worry."

Zhao Huangchao's voice was steady, and his gaze was as firm as iron.

"In Liyang, no one can touch the foundation of Longhu Mountain."

He was born into royalty, and was even the ancestor of the Li Yang royal family, so he spoke with confidence.

Zhao Danxia was slightly taken aback, but then understood. Longhu Mountain was connected to the royal family by blood, and they were interdependent. As long as Li Yang stood, Longhu Mountain's position as the state religion would be as stable as Mount Tai.

On the other side, the Wudang people were overjoyed.

After this battle, Wudang became famous throughout the world, and its reputation reached its peak.

If someone were to proclaim, "Wudang is the foremost Taoist sect in the world," who would dare to refute it?

"My senior brother single-handedly held up the entire Wudang Sect..."

Zhang Sanfeng sighed deeply, overwhelmed with emotion.

Without Lin Daochen, Wudang would have been just an ordinary sect, and it would have been impossible for it to have reached its current peak.

The gazes of Song Yuanqiao and the others toward Lin Daochen had long since turned into fervent worship.

Wang Chonglou was even more shocked—this was the first time he had seen Lin Daochen make a move in person, and the power of that sword made him fully understand what it meant to be a "terrestrial celestial being".

With Master Lin's abilities, Wudang in Liyang will no longer need to be subservient to others! So what if the cooperation with the Northern Liang Royal Palace is terminated? If things really get out of hand, he can simply ask Master Lin to take action.

On the viewing platform, Xu Fengnian, the heir apparent of the Northern Liang Kingdom, remained in a daze.

One move to instantly kill a celestial being? That's something no human could do!

After a long while, he slowly came to his senses and turned to ask Li Chungang, "Old Li, when you were at your peak, did you have this kind of strength? Could you have defeated Dao Chen Zhenren?"

"have no idea."

Li Chungang answered casually, but his eyes remained fixed on Lin Daochen in the arena.

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

Only a peerless swordsman like him, who once suppressed the entire Jianghu of Liyang with a single sword, could truly see the terror of that sword strike.

That sword strike was almost at the level of the Dao.

This person's understanding of sword intent is unfathomable, making him unparalleled in this era.

Gradually, a fierce fighting spirit ignited in Li Chungang's eyes.

As a former supreme master of swordsmanship, if I cannot have a fight with such an opponent today, wouldn't that be a lifelong regret?

His fighting spirit surged so intensely that he momentarily forgot that he had already fallen from his cultivation level.

boom--!

Suddenly, Li Chungang leaped into the air, his figure as swift as lightning, and swept straight to the center of the square!

"Master Dao Chen, please wait!"

He called out to stop Lin Daochen, who was about to return to the team.

At this moment, Sun En was helped off the stage by disciples of the Celestial Masters Sect.

"What is it?"

Lin Daochen turned around, his gaze calm.

With a missing arm, emaciated, cross-eyed, and a goatee, draped in a tattered sheepskin coat—his appearance was so distinctive that he could be recognized at a glance.

Besides Lin Daochen, many of the older generation around him were also instantly shocked:

"My God! It's Li Chungang, the Sword God in Green Robes! He... he's actually reappeared in the martial world?!"

The entire audience erupted in uproar, with countless people widening their eyes and nearly jumping for joy!

This is the territory of the Liyang Dynasty. Apart from the masters of various major sects, the guests here are basically all heroes of the Liyang Jianghu.

Li Chungang—the man who once overwhelmed the entire martial arts world of Liyang with a single sword strike—was a martial arts icon of an era. His appearance instantly silenced the entire arena.

"Li Jianshen is here? Is he... about to make a move?"

Countless people were startled, and their eyes lit up instantly.

"I have long heard of your profound swordsmanship, and now that I have witnessed it firsthand, I am filled with admiration and cannot resist the urge to learn a few sword techniques from you. Would you be so kind as to offer your guidance?"

Li Chungang stared at Lin Daochen, his voice low but sharp as a drawn sword.

"To spar in swordsmanship?"

Lin Daochen didn't rush to respond, but quietly observed him, his eyes as deep and unfathomable as water.

The crowd outside the venue had already erupted in chaos.

The moment Li Chungang stepped onto the stage, many people guessed what was going on—this wasn't a ceremony to observe; it was clearly a showdown of titans!

"Worth it! First, there was the clash between two Daoist masters across generations, and now we have a battle for the supreme swordsmanship. Today's trip was truly worthwhile!"

Some people were so excited that their palms were sweating and they didn't even blink.

Only Xu Fengnian, the heir apparent of the Northern Liang Kingdom, looked completely bewildered: "Grandpa Wei, has Old Li lost his mind? Has he forgotten that he is no longer the invincible Li Chungang he once was?"

Wei Shuyang nodded, his tone complex: "They must have been genuinely too excited."

He paused, then sighed, "But Dao Chen Zhenren's swordsmanship is too amazing. Anyone would inevitably lose their composure."

At this point, his heart ached again—if their Nine Pecks of Rice sect had such figures, how could their ancestral land have fallen to such a state?