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

boom--! ! !

The deafening roar tore through the heavens and earth, and the sound waves swept in all directions like a tidal wave, making the eardrums of those watching from afar feel like they were about to burst and their blood surge.

The sword rang out, the blade's intent was chilling, and the entire void was instantly reduced to ruins. A violent surge of energy burst forth, flames billowed, and light danced wildly, soaring straight to the heavens!

The aftershocks plunged into the East China Sea, and water columns dozens of meters high erupted from the surface, creating a deafening roar, as if divine punishment had descended.

Who won? Who lost?

Everyone looked up, their hearts pounding in their throats.

The battlefield was now shrouded in the glow of the explosion, a chaotic scene where victory or defeat was impossible to discern.

A few breaths later, the light dispersed and the clouds cleared.

Everyone finally saw it clearly—

Wang Xianzhi stood in the void, his face as pale as paper, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his white clothes torn, his breath disordered like a candle flickering in the wind, no longer possessing the aura of a grandmaster who resonated with heaven and earth.

In contrast, Lin Daochen, though breathing slightly rapid and his aura slightly unsteady, remained as steady as a rock, without a single scratch on his body.

The outcome is decided.

Lin Daochen wins!

The sea below was briefly still.

Immediately, an uproar erupted!

Screams, roars, and screams rose and fell, like a torrent of water bursting its banks, sweeping across the entire arena.

"They won! Dao Chen Zhenren won! Wang Xianzhi lost!"

"The invincible myth of the Li Yang Dynasty... is shattered! The sixty-year reign of Martial Emperor City has come to an end today!"

"Lord Wang has reached the pinnacle of cultivation, but unfortunately... he encountered True Person Dao Chen!"

"Anyone in his shoes would have knelt down today. But he just happened to run into that man..."

Discussions surged, and the clamor was deafening.

Li Chungang stood at the bow of the ship, silently gazing at the person in the sky, and sighed inwardly: "Even Old Man Wang was defeated and sunk to the bottom of the sand, this Dao Chen Zhenren... is terrifying."

As one of the world's top experts, he knew better than anyone how terrifying Wang Xianzhi's strike was—it was the limit of martial arts, almost divine.

Moreover, it also benefits from the century-long fortune of the Martial Emperor City, causing its combat power to surge to an unbelievable level.

Even so, he was still cut down by Lin Daochen's sword.

This strength is enough to make the world tremble.

Deep within the crowd, the Northern Barbarian military god Tuoba Pusa and the old man from the [Invisible Man] organization had far calmer eyes than the others.

Shocked, they were already secretly assessing Lin Daochen's condition.

Judging from his weak aura, his spiritual energy was clearly nearly exhausted.

Wang Xianzhi was no ordinary person; it would have been impossible to defeat him without going all out.

Their eyes flickered slightly, and the same thought quietly surfaced in their minds—is now... the time to make a move?

The same thought was swirling in their minds at that moment—how much of Lin Daochen's power did he have left? Could they kill him if they made a move now?

The answer gradually became clear in the silence.

On the void battlefield, Wang Xianzhi, who had just been defeated, had recovered and looked at Lin Daochen, cupping his hands and saying, "True Master, your skill is superior. I admire you! I have lost today's battle."

Though he was dethroned and his undefeated record ended, his expression remained calm and composed. He accepted both victory and defeat with equanimity; why should he be angry? In that battle, he gave it his all, yet he still couldn't shake his opponent in the slightest. He lost decisively and wholeheartedly.

"Lord Wang is also a man of extraordinary talent. This battle has been very beneficial to me as well," Lin Daochen replied calmly.

Indeed, it was that duel that gave him a flash of inspiration, allowing him to comprehend the "Minor Qi Luck Technique"—a life-or-death struggle that turned into an opportunity to prove his Dao. How could it not be considered a great gain?

Before he finished speaking, a thought flickered in his mind, and his remaining spiritual power surged forth instantly.

Almost at the same instant, a figure burst forth from the crowd below, moving with lightning speed. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Lin Daochen, his palm strike as powerful as thunder, crashing down!

boom--!

The palm strike tore through the void, carrying an overwhelming killing intent, and went straight for Lin Daochen's vital point!

Anyone else would have been caught off guard. But Lin Daochen had anticipated this. He lightly spun the Heavenly Prison Sword half a circle, and a flawless, perfectly round sword curtain appeared before him, steadily blocking the fatal blow.

boom! ! !

The palm strike collided with the sword curtain, creating a muffled explosion. The aftershocks scattered and eventually vanished.

The entire room fell silent.

No one expected that someone would dare to launch a sneak attack on Dao Chen Zhenren at this moment!

All eyes turned to the center of the battlefield, where the attacker turned out to be a kind-looking, honest-looking old man.

"Who is this person? Why did he suddenly attack Master Lin?"

The heroes of the martial arts world looked at each other, their hearts filled with doubt.

In that split second, Li Chungang arrived through the air, blocking Lin Daochen's path, and coldly stared at the old man: "Who are you?"

The old man smiled faintly: "Just an unknown nobody."

His tone then shifted, becoming calm yet chilling: "Sword God Li, please step aside. Don't stop me from killing Dao Chen Zhenren."

His first strike failed, but he had already ascertained Lin Daochen's true strength—he was exhausted, his vital energy nearly depleted. He could kill such an opponent.

"Do you have a grudge against Dao Chen?" Li Chungang asked in a deep voice.

"No grudges, just doing things for money."

"An assassin?" Li Chungang frowned. "With your level of cultivation, you actually choose to be an assassin?"

The old man smiled and said, "It's just a hobby."

He paused, his tone still calm: "Sword God Li, this matter is none of your concern. Please make way."

Li Chungang shook his head: "No. Dao Chen once gave me some guidance, and I owe him a debt of karma. Today, I cannot watch you take advantage of his weakness to do something underhanded."

"As long as I'm standing, I will never let you hurt him in the slightest."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than another voice boomed from the crowd:

"Li Chungang, this matter is not for you to decide."

As soon as he finished speaking, a man soared into the air, his figure as imposing as a mountain. With one step, the wind and clouds changed color.

Tuoba Pusa, the God of War of Northern Mang!

"It's him!"

Countless martial artists gasped in astonishment. Compared to that unassuming old man, the name Tuoba Pusa was enough to shake the world.

"Bodhisattva Tuoba! How dare you step into the territory of Liyang? Aren't you afraid of never returning?" Li Chungang's eyes were like knives as he coldly questioned him.

Tuoba Pusa laughed heartily: "Li Chungang, don't try to scare me. I can come and go as I please in your Liyang territory—who can stop me?"

"If it were you at your peak back then, I might have backed down. But the way you are now... ha, hehe."

Before he finished speaking, the meaning was clear—he was not afraid of Li Chungang at all.

Wang Xianzhi snorted coldly, her tone mocking: "You think you can just come and go as you please? Why didn't you dare take a single step before?"

If he weren't completely exhausted and powerless at this moment, he would have already taught him a lesson based on those arrogant words alone.

Tuoba Pusa remained unmoved, only replying lightly, "If you don't want to come, then don't come."

If it were Wang Xianzhi in his prime, he might have been somewhat wary. But the current Wang Xianzhi was exhausted, his fighting strength less than a tenth of what it used to be, and he was no match for him at all.

If it weren't for the Northern Mang Empress's personal order to prioritize the killing of Lin Daochen, he would probably have already ruthlessly murdered Wang Xianzhi today.

The old man was not surprised at all by the appearance of Tuoba Bodhisattva.

As early as when the Yuan Dynasty contacted him, it was made clear that someone from the Northern Mang side would take action, and that person was none other than Tuoba Pusa.

He feigned an attack on one front while secretly advancing another. The Northern Barbarians were unaware that the Yuan Dynasty had invited him, but he knew the Northern Barbarians' true strength.

Therefore, from the moment he decided to take action, he included Tuoba Bodhisattva in his calculations.

"Brother Tuoba, you stop Li Chungang, I'm going to take Lin Daochen's life."

The old man spoke calmly, yet with an undeniable air of authority.

The longer it drags on, the greater the chance of Lin Daochen recovering. Strike first; that's the best course of action.

"it is good."

Tuoba Bodhisattva replied with only one word, clean and concise.

Upon hearing this, Li Chungang's heart sank.

These two are both formidable opponents. He is not afraid of fighting one-on-one, but if he faces two top-tier experts at the same time, his chances of winning are slim.

Before the words were even finished, the two of them had already sprung into action!

boom--!!!

A whooshing sound ripped through the sky as one arrow hurtled towards Lin Daochen, while the other went straight for Li Chungang!

Tuoba Pusa's offensive was like a raging tide, leaving Li Chungang no time to think. His sword flashed and he met the attack head-on!

He could only gamble—to win quickly, defeat Tuoba Pusa first, and then rush to Lin Daochen's aid!

But what kind of person is Tuoba Bodhisattva? How easy is it to overwhelm him in a short period of time?

Just when the battle was at a stalemate—

A gasp of shock rang out: "You actually recovered?!"

Seizing the moment when Li Chungang forced Tuoba Pusa back with a single sword strike, he glanced at the scene out of the corner of his eye and his pupils contracted instantly—on the other side of the battlefield, the situation had completely reversed!

Lin Daochen's momentum was overwhelming, and his sword intent soared to the sky, actually forcing the old man to retreat step by step!

A great weight lifted from his heart. He sneered, and his sword aura suddenly intensified: "Bodhisattva Tuoba! Today, let us have a good fight! Let's see if you have the ability to leave Liyang alive!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he followed the sword and transformed into a cold light that tore through the sky!

Tuoba Pusa's expression was solemn, and he dared not slacken in the slightest, giving it his all.

On the other side, Lin Daochen's offensive became increasingly fierce.

Admittedly, in his previous battle with Wang Xianzhi, he had almost exhausted his spiritual power and was on the verge of collapse. But what the old man and Tuoba Bodhisattva didn't know was that he still had two Great Rejuvenation Pills!

Although it cannot replenish all the power after the "Burning Spirit Explosion Technique" erupts, it is more than enough to restore one to the peak of the ninth level of Qi Refining.

That's enough to deal with this little old man in front of me.

Although this person is strong, he is not even as good as Wang Xianzhi who did not receive the blessing of luck. How could he be his opponent?

boom!!!

With spells raining down and sword shadows flashing, Lin Daochen pressed forward relentlessly, leaving the old man in a sorry state.

With the battle situation deteriorating to this point, the old man finally showed signs of retreat.

He does his job properly when he gets paid, but he never does anything that risks his life, not even risking his own.

The meager reward Da Yuan offered wasn't even enough for him to cut off his arm to survive.

He has already taken action today, and his promise has been fulfilled. Whether it succeeds or fails is no longer his responsibility.

The old man acted decisively; the moment the thought crossed his mind, he immediately withdrew!

Taking advantage of the moment he was knocked back by the sword, he turned around and tried to escape!

But how could Lin Daochen let him leave?

Click—!

A bolt of lightning tore through the void, and Lin Daochen's figure flashed, blocking the way and completely sealing off any escape route.

"Since you're here, don't even think about leaving."

The voice was calm, yet as sharp as an ice blade.

Whether the other party is hired or genuinely wants to kill him, he must leave his life today.

Seeing this, the old man sighed and said with a wry smile, "Master Dao Chen, why bother? I have already admitted defeat, why are you pursuing me so relentlessly?"

"I have no grudge against you, I'm just doing this for money. Why don't we join forces and kill that Tuoba Bodhisattva first—he's the one who was ordered by the Empress of Northern Mang to kill you, he's the one who's truly your enemy!"

Upon hearing this, Tuoba Pusa, who was engaged in a fierce battle with Li Chungang in the distance, almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

That old man has an outrageously thick skin!

One moment they were fighting side by side, the next they were pushing him out to take the blame?

"He's going to die."

"You must die too."

Lin Daochen spoke calmly, and said no more.

With a flick of the Heavenly Prison Sword, the blade pointed directly at the old man, a deadly move suddenly appearing!