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

roar--!!!

The void trembled, as if a dragon's roar pierced the clouds. As the water dragon surged, it stirred up a thousand layers of fierce winds, carrying the power to destroy the world and attack Lin Daochen!

Lin Daochen's eyes turned cold, his palm prints flew, and he pushed the Nine Heavens Thunder Control True Technique to its limit!

Boom—Crack!

A colossal dragon of thunder descended from the sky, crackling with lightning, roaring as it charged forward!

boom! ! !

The two dragons clashed, creating a surge of energy and causing the void to collapse. In a short span of time, the two had already exchanged blows several times, with spells and martial arts techniques being performed in turn, leaving the crowd of martial artists below dazzled and mesmerized.

Who has ever seen such methods before? Everyone felt that what they saw today was enough to overturn their entire understanding of life.

But the fighting did not stop.

Before the two dragons could determine a winner, Wang Xianzhi had already leaped up, shattering the void, and threw a punch straight at Lin Daochen's face!

Lin Daochen sneered, took a step forward, and threw a punch to meet the attack!

Two unparalleled powerhouses thus began a life-or-death duel in the boundless void!

Wang Xianzhi's fists were like thunder, each strike carrying the power to tear apart heaven and earth. His violent energy swept across the eight directions, and the entire sky trembled and groaned under the unbearable weight.

At this moment, he was like a martial arts demon god who had emerged from ancient times, domineering and unparalleled, his aura crushing all ages.

As a peak expert who purely cultivated his Dao through martial arts, Wang Xianzhi at this moment fully revealed his terrifying combat power, his fists striking like dragons, unstoppable.

Lin Daochen on the other side was equally ridiculously strong.

His magic and sword intent were perfectly integrated, flowing freely from his hands. Vast spiritual power surged from his body, drawing hundreds of dazzling streaks of light in the void, directly clashing with Wang Xianzhi's fist energy, yet he did not yield an inch.

If Wang Xianzhi is a martial arts mad god who can destroy heaven and earth, then Lin Daochen is an unparalleled true immortal who controls the universe, whose laws are connected to heaven and earth, and whose sword can suppress all directions.

The two soared through the air, their moves unpredictable and ever-changing, each gesture carrying the power to destroy cities and shatter land. The martial arts heroes watching below trembled with fear, their throats tightened, and they even forgot to breathe.

This level of combat is already beyond the reach of ordinary martial artists.

boom--!

The conflict continues to escalate.

The void shattered, the sun and moon lost their color, and heaven and earth seemed to return to chaos.

Amidst the swirling smoke and mist, two figures moved with lightning speed, locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle. The battlefield was already shrouded in turbulent energy currents, making it impossible for onlookers to discern any details.

But no one dared to blink.

This kind of once-in-a-century peak battle, even missing for a moment, would be a lifelong regret!

"If both of them were at their peak, I would have no one to defeat them."

In the shadows, Tuoba Pusa, the military god of Northern Mang who had quietly infiltrated Wudi City, stared at the battlefield, his heart trembling.

At the same moment, in the crowd below the city, a small, unassuming old man with a hunched back sighed softly, "This deal won't be easy."

He had always been arrogant, but now, witnessing Lin Daochen and Wang Xianzhi fight, he had to admit that he was far inferior.

"However..." His eyes flickered slightly, "the two are evenly matched, and in the end, they will both be severely injured. That will be my opportunity."

This little old man was none other than the leader of the "Invisible Man" organization, whom the Great Yuan Dynasty had hired at great expense.

Just then—

boom!

A deafening explosion tore through the sky, and the smoke and clouds dispersed abruptly.

Lin Daochen and Wang Xianzhi both retreated, their breathing slightly disordered, clearly indicating that they had suffered considerable losses from the previous attack.

"Your reputation is well-deserved; your strength is unparalleled in my life," Wang Xianzhi said solemnly, his tone unusually respectful.

Lin Daochen calmly replied, "City Lord Wang is no less impressive."

This is no exaggeration. In that battle, he used almost all his means, except for the use of magical artifacts, yet he still failed to subdue his opponent.

Wang Xianzhi looked up at the sky and slowly said, "Over the years, countless people have challenged the Martial Emperor City, but only three or five have forced me to use my hands. As for making me use a weapon... today is the first time."

"So—" his gaze sharpened, "I have to use a knife."

Before he finished speaking, he stretched out a palm from afar, pointing directly towards the City Lord's Mansion.

boom!

A streak of rainbow light pierced the sky and landed in his palm like lightning.

It was a knife, shimmering with light and its sharp edge gleaming; one look and you knew it was no ordinary weapon.

The crowd below the city walls erupted in uproar.

Who doesn't know that Wang Xianzhi always fights bare-handed? Rumor has it that he doesn't use weapons, but now he's personally summoning a sword to fight, which is completely mind-blowing!

Only Li Chungang remained unmoved. He knew the truth—Wang Xianzhi didn't avoid using a knife; rather, no one had ever been worthy of making him draw it.

High in the sky, Lin Daochen remained completely calm.

He already knew that Wang Xianzhi was skilled with a sword. In the original storyline, the Crown Prince of Beiliang received his sword manual; how could there be no evidence?

Now that the other party had revealed his weapon, he naturally wouldn't fight back bare-handed.

With a slight thought, the Heavenly Prison Sword flew out of the storage ring and landed steadily in the palm of his hand.

In an instant, sword energy soared into the sky, and a chill swept across all directions.

Blades are drawn, swords appear, and the great battle begins anew.

boom! boom! boom!

The sound of the void exploding continuously echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

This time, the weapons clashed, the offensive was fiercer, and the pace was faster.

Mountains and rivers trembled, space groaned, and the entire battlefield resembled the end of the world.

Sword energy soared through the sky like a rainbow, and the blade's momentum cleaved the heavens like a waterfall.

Two unparalleled masters clashed in the void. Each collision stirred up a thousand layers of killing intent, and the aftershocks swept across the area, as if the sky were collapsing and the earth was splitting. The void trembled into a vortex, and violent energy turbulence swept across the land, as if the end of the world had arrived.

The martial arts heroes watching below trembled with fear, their hearts pounding and cold sweat pouring down their backs.

Fortunately, this battle took place high in the sky—if it had taken place in the city, Wudi City would have been reduced to ruins long ago, with not a single tile remaining.

"This is incredible! This is a true battle between terrestrial gods!"

Countless people exclaimed in their hearts, their blood boiling with excitement.

At this moment, what everyone cares about most is the outcome of this epic showdown—

Who will have the last laugh?

With bated breath, everyone looked up and stared intently at the shattered void.

at this time.

After a dramatic confrontation, Lin Daochen and Wang Xianzhi abruptly separated.

The two stood suspended in the void, their auras slightly condensed, remaining motionless for the time being. The battle just now had been too intense; their bones felt like they were about to break, and their true energy had been greatly depleted. They needed a short period of rest to gather their strength for the next battle.

After a moment of silence, Wang Xianzhi spoke first, her deep but clear voice reaching Lin Daochen's ears:

"The true master's abilities far exceed my expectations."

"If the battlefield were different, I'm afraid... I would have already lost."

His tone was calm, yet it revealed a chilling fighting spirit.

Previously, when Li Chungang asked about the outcome, he had said it was fifty-fifty. Now, after experiencing it firsthand, he had his own conclusion: without the advantage of terrain, he had only a forty percent chance of winning, while Lin Daochen had a sixty percent chance.

But his tone suddenly changed, and his voice turned cold:

"But today, this place is the Martial Emperor's City."

"You can't beat me here!"

boom--!

In an instant, Wang Xianzhi's aura erupted like a volcano, rising steadily, as if the heavens and earth were shaking and all sounds were resounding.

"Um?"

Lin Daochen's eyes narrowed, and his divine sense instantly expanded.

As Wang Xianzhi breathed in and out, the entire Martial Emperor City resonated faintly, and an invisible force surged out from the depths of the city, like rivers flowing into the sea, pouring into his body.

That power was elusive and unpredictable, almost mystical, and ordinary martial artists could not detect it at all.

Only someone with a cultivation physique like Lin Daochen, whose divine sense reaches the heavens, could detect this strange phenomenon.

His pupils contracted slightly, and he realized something—

"This is... the power of destiny?"

Legend has it that Wang Xianzhi was guarding Wudi City, but in reality, he was suppressing the Jianghu fortune of the Liyang Dynasty. Over time, the fortune benefited him, making him invincible.

Right now, he's taking advantage of the situation!

Just as Lin Daochen was gaining insight, a piece of information suddenly surfaced in his mind:

[You witnessed Wang Xianzhi manipulate the flow of fortune, gaining sudden enlightenment about the mysteries of fortune, and creating the immortal technique: the Lesser Fortune Technique.]

A surge of joy filled my heart.

This method of fortune may be the key to breaking the predicament of spiritual energy scarcity in this world.

But now is not the time to delve into it.

He composed himself, his gaze sharp as lightning, and locked onto Wang Xianzhi in the distance once more.

At this moment, Wang Xianzhi's aura had reached its peak, making him seem like a god among men, with every move he made carrying the power of heaven and earth.

"No wonder they dare to call Martial Emperor City invincible... Using the city's fortune for their own purposes is truly terrifying."

Lin Daochen held back no longer, and with a thought, he directly activated the "Burning Spirit Explosion Technique".

He had previously made some assessments of Wang Xianzhi, but now that the opponent had seized the opportunity, if he did not change his tactics, he would undoubtedly be defeated.

boom--!

In an instant, Lin Daochen's spiritual flames surged, his aura soaring into the sky, like an immortal descending to earth, like a god descending to the world. His vast and powerful pressure stirred up the wind and clouds, and the world changed color.

Seeing this, Wang Xianzhi remained unmoved, but instead absorbed the power of fortune even more frantically, pushing himself to the limit.

Just as he felt he had reached his peak, he suddenly looked up, his voice shaking the heavens:

"Master! We've been locked in combat for so long, it's time to settle this with a fight to the death!"

"How about deciding the outcome with one move?"

"good!"

Lin Daochen responded decisively and resolutely.

Upon hearing this, the hearts of the heroes below nearly stopped beating.

The final battle has begun!

One of these two undefeated peak warriors will finally fall here today.

Will it be Dao Chen, the Daoist master of Wudang Mountain in the Ming Dynasty, who reaches the top? Or will Wang Xianzhi, the lord of Liyang Martial Emperor City, continue the legend?

Everyone held their breath.

In this deathly silent standoff—

Wang Xianzhi slowly raised the knife in her hand, the blade pointing at Lin Daochen, and said, word by word:

"Master, please—take this!"

With a deafening roar, Wang Xianzhi's eyes turned bloodshot, and he raised his long sword high above his head before slashing down fiercely!

This strike embodies his life's essence, spirit, and soul, and carries with it the immense power of the million-strong fortune bestowed upon him by the Martial Emperor City, all poured into a single strike.

Without a doubt—this was his strongest strike of his life, the ultimate strike at the end of his martial arts journey.

The greatest truths are the simplest, returning to one's true nature.

There were no fancy moves, no endless variations, just a simple, primal, and pure slash. Yet it was this one strike that pushed his sword intent to its limit, elevating the way of the sword to its pinnacle.

boom--!

The world suddenly lost its color, and a blade of light that tore through the sky swept across the void, as intense as the exploding sun, so violent that it extinguished the light of everything.

The void, like paper, was cleaved in two by a single cut, creating a bottomless chasm that could not be healed for a long time.

The power of this strike was truly earth-shattering.

At the very moment the blade flashed, Lin Daochen also moved.

Purple lightning surged, red thunder roared, and thousands of lightning sword flowers gathered around him into a tide, but in an instant, he gathered them into a single point—one sword returns to the truth, and all laws are empty.

That sword strike was no longer complex or ever-changing; it contained only an unyielding killing intent, concentrated in a single line.

boom!!!

A thousand-foot-long sword aura of thunder soared into the sky, carrying the force to shatter mountains and cleave seas, and crashed head-on into that earth-shattering blade of light.

This sword strike was also a desperate act, sparing no effort even at the cost of exhausting spiritual energy.

The sword energy ripped through the void, leaving behind a straight abyss. The space along the way trembled and groaned, as if it could not bear the weight and was about to collapse at any moment.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the sky.

In an instant, sword and knife, light and thunder, collided with a deafening roar!