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

boom--! ! !

A deafening explosion erupted, the sound waves like a tidal wave, far surpassing the power of any previous clash. Those watching from the surrounding area felt excruciating eardrum pain, their heads buzzing, many experiencing blurred vision and staggering backward.

At the heart of the battlefield, the scene was even more horrifying.

Where the two forces collided, space crumbled inch by inch, and a pitch-black abyss was forcibly torn open! Turbulent currents raged, and the void twisted, as if the heavens and earth were wailing.

However, the stalemate lasted only a moment.

Lin Daochen's thunder dragon was unstoppable, crushing the golden dragon's defense with a deafening roar!

Click—!

The lightning flashed so fast that it left no afterimage before striking Donghuang Taiyi's body.

The golden light dissipated, and the dragon shape vanished.

Having completed its mission, the Thunder Dragon transformed into sparks of electricity and vanished into the sky.

The dark clouds have receded, the sun is shining brightly, and Wudang Mountain is clear and sunny again.

A gentle breeze swept across the battlefield, lightly lifting the hem of Lin Daochen's Taoist robe, and also passing by the still figure standing there.

rustling...

Amidst the soft cracking sounds, Donghuang Taiyi's body began to crack, then disintegrated, turning into a sky full of black dust that fell to the ground.

Time seemed to stand still.

The entire room was deathly silent; you could hear a pin drop.

After a long while, someone seemed to snap out of a daze, their voice trembling: "Dead... really dead? Donghuang Taiyi, struck by lightning... gone?"

"This is insane! This is simply divine intervention!"

"One person slays three terrestrial immortals in succession; with such combat prowess, who in the world can rival him?"

"How dare I question Dao Chen Zhenren? What a narrow-minded fool I am! I deserve to die!"

"To witness the divine manifestation of the immortal today, my life is without regret!"

"Having roamed the martial world for half my life, I have never seen such a figure. If we are to speak of the pinnacle of martial arts, only Master Dao Chen truly deserves the title!"

"More than just martial arts? Able to summon heavenly lightning and destroy gods and demons—what else could this be but an immortal?"

Everyone looked at Lin Daochen, who stood atop the mountain, his Taoist robe fluttering in the wind, surrounded by a faint spiritual aura, like an immortal descended from the heavens.

They didn't understand; it was the residual spiritual energy from the Nine Heavens Thunder Control Technique.

"King of Light," Meng Chixing took a deep breath, his voice still trembling slightly, and turned to Kumārajīva to ask, "Is...this the true strength of Dao Chen Zhenren?"

He was filled with mixed emotions. When he first entered the realm of the terrestrial immortal, he was so full of vigor and thought he was invincible.

Unexpectedly, he was defeated in his first battle and fell again at the hands of Zhang Sanfeng's disciples.

Even more outrageous, what happened next sent chills down Meng Chixing's spine—

With a single palm strike, the old Taoist priest caused a terrestrial immortal to explode on the spot; with another punch, he annihilated the soul of yet another terrestrial immortal; and now he has even summoned heavenly lightning, which has struck down from the heavens and blasted a veteran terrestrial immortal into ashes!

This isn't killing a terrestrial deity; it's like stepping on an ant!

Meng Chixing felt a chill: If it were someone else, their martial arts beliefs would probably collapse instantly, and they would never make any progress again.

"I guess so," Kumārajīva's voice was hoarse, almost squeezed out from between his teeth, "If he hasn't given it his all... then he's practically inhuman."

He felt completely weak.

Looking back on how he dared to lay a hand on Lin Daochen, he wanted to slap himself—where did he get the guts? If it weren't for Mo Shenggu's plea, he would have been crushed to death long ago, not even leaving a trace. How could he still be alive to sweep the floors at Wudang?

"Sweeping is so good! It makes everything so clean!" Kumārajīva thought to himself, but kept repeating to himself.

Just then, Pang Ban, standing beside Meng Chixing, finally snapped out of his daze. His face was pale, and his voice held a hint of disbelief:

"Master... this Dao Chen Zhenren is far too strong. Even if I reach the realm of a terrestrial immortal in the future, I'm afraid I still... won't be able to defeat him."

He smiled bitterly.

As the successor of the "Great Demon Seed Technique of the Dao Heart," a technique unparalleled in a millennium by the Demonic Sect, Pang Ban has always been arrogant about his unparalleled talent. Although he is currently only a Grandmaster, he firmly believes that one day he will crush the heads of all the terrestrial immortals and ascend to the pinnacle of martial arts.

But today, witnessing Lin Daochen slaughter three terrestrial immortals as easily as killing chickens and dogs—his confidence shattered.

Can such an existence truly be surpassed?

Upon hearing this, Meng Chixing glanced at Pang Ban and his brows furrowed.

He immediately realized—this kid's mind was in turmoil.

Lin Daochen's battle planted a seed of fear in Pang Ban's heart. If it is not eradicated, it will surely become a demon in his heart and hinder his path to enlightenment.

"He's still young after all," Meng Chixing sighed inwardly.

This child was raised by him personally; he's a prodigy, a talent the Demonic Sect hasn't seen in ten thousand years. His mindset must not be flawed. When we return to the Great Yuan, he'll have to give him some serious guidance.

Kumārajīva, who was standing to the side, glanced at Pang Ban with a hint of pity in his eyes.

If the inner demons are planted today, and if one cannot personally defeat Lin Daochen to break through the barrier in the future, then the path of martial arts will come to an end here.

Can he defeat Lin Daochen?

Just thinking about it made Kumārajīva feel suffocated.

On the other side, the entire Wudang region was in a state of jubilation.

"Master Uncle is simply a god descended to earth!" Song Yuanqiao and the others were filled with excitement and awe.

Zhang Sanfeng was unable to speak.

As a terrestrial immortal, he knew better than anyone what it meant to kill three powerful individuals of the same realm in succession.

"When did a terrestrial immortal become so weak?" He shook his head with a wry smile.

But upon further reflection, he realized: it wasn't that the terrestrial immortals were weak, but rather that his senior brother was ridiculously strong.

Li Yufu had just closed his mouth, which had been agape in shock, when he asked his master in a trembling voice, "Uncle-Master Yu, is there such a terrifying figure as Grandmaster Dao Chen in our Li Yang martial arts world?"

Yu Xingrui was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "How could we possibly fathom the existence of beings at this level?"

But a name flashed through his mind—

The man who suppressed the martial arts world of Liyang for sixty years, yet called himself "the second best in the world".

Perhaps, only he is worthy of fighting against Dao Chen Zhenren.

The thought flashed through his mind, but Yu Xingrui quickly returned to reality: since Uncle Dao Chen is so powerful, if he were willing to lend a hand, the crisis at Liyang Wudang could be resolved in one fell swoop.

For every person who laughs, there is someone who cries.

The Shaolin group, especially Kongzhi, turned pale.

When Donghuang Taiyi appeared earlier, they thought Wudang was bound to lose this time, and were secretly rejoicing.

And what happened? Lin Daochen unleashed a bolt of heavenly lightning, turning Donghuang Taiyi into charred remains.

"Useless!" Kongzhi cursed inwardly. "Donghuang Taiyi is a liar!"

Kong Zhi glanced at Lin Daochen out of the corner of his eye, his eyes surging with hatred and fear.

His murderous intent intensified—if this boy is not eliminated, Shaolin will surely face a great calamity!

With such a small force, they couldn't even budge a finger of the enemy. The only option was to quickly return to Shaolin and report today's events to their senior brother, the abbot, so that he could make a decision.

"Let's go! Back to the temple!"

Kongzhi gave a low shout and turned to leave.

The Kunlun and Kongtong sects followed closely behind, about to withdraw.

Just then, Song Yuanqiao let out a thunderous roar—

"stop!"

Before the words were finished, the six heroes of Wudang leaped out and blocked the way in a flash.

"Master Song, what is the meaning of this?" Kong Zhi asked coldly.

Song Yuanqiao said indifferently, "Today is my master's birthday. You have come to provoke us. Isn't that an insult to Wudang? If you don't apologize, don't even think about leaving here safely."

Kong Zhi's expression changed drastically, and his tone turned sharp: "Song Yuanqiao, does Wudang really want to break ties with Shaolin? Do you really think Dao Chen Zhenren is invincible? The depth of Shaolin's strength is beyond your comprehension! I advise you to stop now!"

Song Yuanqiao sneered inwardly.

When you came to cause trouble, why didn't you say "let's break off relations"? My master has already slain the Shaolin immortal; the feud is long over. Now you want to reason with me? How laughable!

His eyes turned cold, his voice like an icy blade: "Kneel down and admit your mistake, and you may leave alive today. Otherwise—according to the rules of the martial world, life and death are left to fate, and Wudang will fight to the bitter end!"

Upon hearing this, the assembled heroes paled in shock!

The strongest among them was only a Grandmaster. In front of two terrestrial immortals, they were nothing but ants. Where did they get the confidence to fight again?

The Huashan Sect Leader, Xianyu Tong, rolled his eyes and suddenly spoke loudly: "Master Daochen! You and Master Zhang are both extraordinary beings, why be so harsh on us juniors? Why not show us leniency and let us leave? Only then can you demonstrate your compassionate heart!"

This man, nicknamed "The Mastermind," is cunning and adept at using his position to intimidate others. His words, ostensibly a plea for mercy, are actually a form of moral blackmail—if you don't release him, you're considered narrow-minded!

How could Lin Daochen not see through such a trick?

He didn't say anything, only glanced at Xianyu Tong indifferently.

boom--!!!

In an instant, Xianyu Tong's mind exploded!

A phantom image of a Daoist master wielding a thunderbolt and a sword emerged from the sea of ​​consciousness. The long sword slashed down, its killing intent as deep as the abyss, piercing straight into the soul!

"Aaaaaah—!!!"

Before his screams could finish, his body stiffened, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud, blood seeping from his seven orifices, and he was no longer breathing.

Forgive the weak? Then who will forgive the pain of being bullied?

Repay evil with good? Then how will you repay kindness?

Lin Daochen lived two lifetimes, spanning over a hundred years, and the word "benevolence" was never in his dictionary.

A mere grandmaster dares to scheme against him? He's asking for trouble.

It was merely a wisp of divine consciousness and killing intent from the Chaos Transformation Divine Refining Technique that annihilated this madman's soul.

"What's going on?!"

There was dead silence all around.

Dao Chen Zhenren only glanced at him... and the man died?

The various sects were instantly terrified! Some knelt down on the spot, kowtowing and begging for forgiveness. Song Yuanqiao, true to his word, waved for them to leave.

As for those who still stand tall and refuse to kneel, their faces showing defiance—

The six heroes of Wudang showed no mercy and drew their swords to kill!

You are in the wrong, and you will bear the consequences of any casualties!

Today, having been bullied at their mountain gate, the entire Wudang sect is already burning with rage, and they are now taking action without any scruples.

Once the turmoil subsided, apart from those who genuinely came to offer their birthday wishes, the rest of the martial arts practitioners hastily retreated.

The news traveled swiftly, sweeping across the world like a storm.

The Ming Dynasty was the first to be shaken.

News of the upheaval at Wudang Mountain spread rapidly through inns and taverns, causing an uproar among the residents.

"Have you heard? Wudang is hiding a terrifyingly powerful Dao Chen Zhenren! He slew three terrestrial immortals in succession? This... this is no human being's doing!"

"How is that possible? Who has that kind of ability? Are you just bragging without thinking?"

The moment the doubts arose, the messenger exploded, shouting angrily, "There are at least a hundred people on Wudang Mountain who witnessed Dao Chen Zhenren's attack! Just grab any one who was there that day and ask them, see if I'm making this up!"

Before the words were finished, several voices rang out from a corner of the inn—

"I can vouch for him, he wasn't lying. Dao Chen Zhenren killed three immortals with a single move, it's absolutely true! If you haven't been there, shut up and don't embarrass yourself here."

"I was there too, and I saw it all clearly."

"Count me in. I saw it with my own eyes, it can't be fake."

With everyone corroborating, the messenger suddenly felt emboldened and swept his gaze across the crowd with a cold smile: "Did you hear that? I'm not bragging, it's just that Dao Chen Zhenren is ridiculously strong. You're using your limited perspective to speculate on the abilities of a deity; you're simply ignorant and arrogant."

This man had personally experienced the three battles at Wudang and was already so impressed by Lin Daochen that he worshipped him as a god. How could he allow others to treat him with disrespect?