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

Song Yuanqiao and the others laughed, finding it utterly absurd: "Abbot Kongwen really is reasonable when things are going well, but turns on you when things are going badly. He just goes whichever way the wind blows."

The surrounding heroes, listening to the exchange between the two, had long since despised Kong Wen.

But no one dared to utter a sound.

The old monk's imposing presence in the arena had stunned everyone into silence.

Who is Lin Daochen? He has killed four terrestrial immortals in succession, and his outstanding achievements have long earned him the reputation of being one of the strongest people in the world.

But right now, this sweeping monk is able to press him relentlessly, overwhelming him with his power; the terror of this situation is self-evident.

"Shaolin truly possesses profound heritage; this ancient temple, with its thousand-year history, keeps revealing its hidden strengths!"

"Who would have thought that, just when Dao Chen was about to win, there was such a hidden talent..."

The onlookers were all deeply moved and full of amazement.

However, some disagreed: "That old monk was merely using the relics to maintain appearances; in terms of true cultivation, he was far inferior to Dao Chen Zhenren!"

"That's right! When the two fought each other based on their skills, Dao Chen Zhenren clearly had the upper hand."

"This battle was unfair."

Before the words were even finished, someone scoffed and retorted: "Fair or not? External factors are also part of strength. Once you're in the ring, only the one who survives wins."

The martial arts enthusiasts who watch the spectacle don't care who wins or loses; they just want to see something exciting.

But for Lin Daochen, this battle was a fight for life and death.

While dodging and counterattacking, he rapidly deduced ways to break the deadlock.

There are only two ways to turn things around right now:

Firstly, stall! Once the power of the relic within the Sweeper Monk's body is exhausted, the attack will naturally collapse on its own.

Secondly, give it your all! Before the deadline arrives, forcefully elevate your strength!

Lin Daochen's mind raced, frantically deducing ways to improve the "Burning Spirit Explosion Technique".

In fact, he had already had a preliminary idea before leaving for Shaolin, but it was not yet perfected.

In the midst of several exchanges, a sudden flash of inspiration struck me—

[At the critical moment of life and death, your potential is unleashed. Your understanding of spiritual power bursting forward by leaps and bounds, successfully optimizing the "Burning Spirit Explosion Technique" and creating a brand new version!]

A glint flashed in Lin Daochen's eyes, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

The new attack method allows him to temporarily break through to the pseudo-Foundation Establishment realm—although it is not as solid and stable as that of a true Foundation Establishment cultivator, it is still a leap forward compared to the ninth level of Qi Refining.

Without hesitation, he immediately activated his internal energy technique!

In an instant, his aura surged, as deep and boundless as the ocean!

A tremendous power surged through his meridians, and every inch of his flesh and blood roared and awakened.

At this moment, the Sweeping Monk struck again with a palm, its golden light radiant, as if a Buddhist kingdom had descended.

Previously, Lin Daochen would have used the Sumeru Lightning Escape technique to maneuver and evade.

But now—he doesn't need it anymore.

boom!

The Heavenly Prison Sword was drawn from its sheath and slashed towards the heavens!

A streak of snow-white sword energy shot out from the sky, directly confronting the golden palm strike, showing no intention of retreating!

boom! ! !

The two forces collided, causing the void to tremble and the aftershocks to surge in all directions, with waves of energy rolling like a tide.

"Um?!"

The sweeping monk's pupils contracted slightly, and his heart skipped a beat.

How could Lin Daochen's aura suddenly surge to this level?

Before he could react, Lin Daochen had already raised his sword again, his aura rising steadily, like a volcano about to erupt!

He stopped pestering her and stopped avoiding her.

He will end this battle with a single sword strike!

Boom!!

A sword intent that could tear apart heaven and earth surged forth from his body!

His Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, his killing intent grew stronger, but his expression became increasingly cold and calm.

Around him, it seemed as if billions of sword energies surged and roared, transforming into a raging tide and emitting bursts of thunder!

The crimson sword light exploded like thunder, blooming, annihilating, and reborn in the void, magnificent and violent, like a symphony of destruction and rebirth.

No words were needed; the sheer power of this awe-inspiring force was enough for everyone to understand—

The next sword strike will surely cleave the heavens and the earth!

The sweeping monk's gaze sharpened, and his expression suddenly became solemn.

Having previously fused with the power of the relic, he believed himself to be invincible and confident that he could suppress Lin Daochen. But now, facing an opponent whose aura was like a volcanic eruption, especially after the opponent's aura suddenly surged, he dared not be the slightest bit careless.

boom--!

His true essence erupted, and Buddhist light soared into the sky, dazzling like a sun exploding, surging into a sea around him. Golden Buddhist fire rose from his body, leaping and burning like broken gold, like pure, clear glass flames. He was like a Buddha descending to earth, solemn, perfect, and wise beyond measure.

This strike will undoubtedly be all-out, leaving no room for retreat.

All the onlookers held their breath, their hearts seemingly stopped, their eyes fixed on the arena, awaiting the ultimate clash of this epic duel.

They didn't have to wait long.

The instant Lin Daochen's aura reached its peak, his figure vanished in an instant—

When he reappeared, he was already standing in front of the sweeping monk!

The sword strikes like thunder!

A crimson sword light suddenly burst forth between heaven and earth, with thousands of sword flowers flying and swirling, instantly forming rules, transforming into a domain, and reversing the universe!

In an instant, the entire battlefield was completely reshaped—thunder surged, sword energy crisscrossed, transforming into a destructive domain teeming with killing intent!

This technique is called "Thunder Sword Domain".

It is the most fierce and domineering killing technique in the "Nine Heavens Thunder Control True Technique"!

Lin Daochen used this move with a clear purpose: to kill with a single sword strike and end the battle!

Almost simultaneously.

The moment Lin Daochen swung his sword, the Sweeping Monk also moved.

The chanting of Buddhist scriptures was deafening, and the light of Buddha filled the sky. He formed a hand seal and once again condensed that supreme killing move—the [Bodhi Demon-Suppressing Great Wheel Seal]!

This is the strongest martial art he has ever practiced, embodying the ultimate essence of Buddhist orthodoxy!

Lin Daochen's sword fell like thunder!

A flurry of crimson sword blossoms burst forth, and countless sword energies poured down like a torrential downpour, slashing down at the Sweeper Monk!

The sweeping monk raised his hand and threw out a seal, which roared out to meet the rain of swords.

boom! boom! boom!

Amidst a series of explosions, the wheel seal shone brilliantly, crushing all the sword energy. Its remaining momentum did not diminish as it slammed into a corner of the Thunder Sword Domain!

Boom!

With a deafening roar, the entire sword domain shook violently, a corner cracked, and space itself was torn apart!

The withered sword flowers within the domain were swept away by a whirlwind and vanished one by one.

A hint of a smile flashed in the sweeping monk's eyes.

"Benefactor Lin, in this battle... this humble monk is certain to win."

Before he finished speaking, the wheel seal surged with Buddhist light once more, and under its control, it attempted to shatter the broken sword domain in one fell swoop and take Lin Daochen's life!

"Yeah?"

Lin Daochen smiled slightly and flicked the Heavenly Prison Sword in his hand.

boom--!

Before the wheel imprint could even get close, the already cracked Thunder Sword Domain suddenly self-destructed!

Amidst the collapse, an aura of extreme destruction and extreme rebirth surged wildly!

Within the ruins, the long-extinguished crimson sword flowers suddenly revived, instantly converging into an extremely violent torrent of sword energy!

Destruction and rebirth, slaughter and new life—two completely opposite forces are perfectly fused together in this one of his supernatural powers!

After the fusion, the power increased to an immeasurable level!

boom--!

Sword energy swept across the sky, shattering the heavens!

The entire world was cleaved open into a straight abyss. Where the crack spread, the killing sword energy exploded like a raging tide, with endless roars, and even the void seemed to groan!

In the blink of an eye, the sword energy arrived!

It struck the Bodhi Demon-Suppressing Great Wheel Seal head-on!

Like a hot knife slicing through butter, it goes without a hitch—

The wheel imprint shattered on the spot, splitting in two!

The sword energy continued unabated, its momentum growing even stronger, heading straight for the Sweeper Monk's true form!

Even before the sword energy arrived, the chilling aura of death was already palpable. The sweeping monk's pupils constricted sharply; he tried to dodge and escape, but found himself locked on, with no way to avoid it!

In the rush, he could only activate a defensive secret technique.

However, it was all in vain.

With the secret technique enhancing his cultivation to the pseudo-Foundation Establishment level and amplified by the Heavenly Prison Sword, this attack had already surpassed the limits that mortals could withstand.

boom--! ! !

The crimson sword energy swept through everything in its path, piercing through all protective true essence and Buddhist light barriers, and slashed fiercely at the sweeping monk's forehead!

In an instant, blood gushed out, and the figure flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground, whereupon there was no more sound.

A deep, bone-revealing sword wound was clearly visible between his eyebrows.

By sheer coincidence, Lin Daochen's sword struck the Sweeper Monk squarely between the eyebrows—the spiritual pearl containing the power of the relic was completely shattered and turned into dust.

Deep within some unfathomable, secret realm.

A seated monk suddenly opened his eyes, his aura surging like a deep abyss. "To destroy my relics is to forge an irreconcilable karmic bond with me—I only hope that when we meet again, we can settle our differences." As soon as he finished speaking, his aura returned to stillness, as if it had never wavered. Only his calm and undisturbed figure remained as he continued to comprehend the universe.

Meanwhile, atop Mount Shaoshi.

Lin Daochen drew blood with his sword, and the Sweeper Monk's body disintegrated. Before his afterimage even landed, the entire scene froze.

What just happened... was too shocking.

Just moments before, Lin Daochen was desperately dodging under the opponent's palm, his sword light dimmed, his life hanging by a thread; the next instant, his sword struck like thunder, cleaving through the air and slaying the old monk who had fused with the relic and stepped into the realm of celestial beings on land, splitting him in two!

The reversal came without warning, like a cruel joke played by fate, leaving everyone terrified.

Three seconds of dead silence followed, then the crowd erupted in cheers.

"We won! Dao Chen Zhenren won!"

"Defying fate! How could they turn things around like this?!"

"Truly worthy of being called the number one genius of Wudang! Unfathomable, his limits are simply unfathomable!"

"What do you know? That old monk wasn't some ordinary celestial being! He had absorbed the relic, making him practically a half-Buddhist patriarch, yet he was still killed with a single sword strike! Just how strong is Lin Daochen?"

"Ha, Shaolin has really shot itself in the foot this time. They insisted on causing trouble for Wudang in the first place, and now they know they've kicked a hornet's nest, haven't they?"

"They used to roam the world with the back of their thousand-year-old temple, but now they're getting a taste of being crushed."

The crowd buzzed with discussion, their tone laced with sarcasm. After all, the tide had turned, Shaolin's fate was sealed, and who would fear offending a dying sect?

At this moment, the Shaolin camp.

Kong Wen's face was deathly pale, his eyes were unfocused, as if his soul had left his body.

They were just on the verge of ecstasy—seeing the Sweeping Monk use the power of the relic to suppress Lin Daochen, victory was in their grasp, and their century-old reputation was expected to be restored.

The results of it?

One sword.

With a single sword strike, boundless ambition was reduced to dust.

The moment that sword fell, the fate of the entire Shaolin Temple was completely severed. A chill ran down their spines and straight to their heads, so cold that their limbs stiffened and even their breathing trembled.

On the other hand, Song Yuanqiao and the others at Wudang were already unable to contain their excitement.

Their emotions were like a rollercoaster: first, they looked up from the abyss in utter despair; then, in the blink of an eye, they were soared to the heavens in overwhelming joy.

"Abbot Kongwen," Song Yuanqiao stepped forward, his voice turning colder, "Now that the situation is clear, what else do you have to say?"

He was no longer polite. If the other party dared to play any tricks, there was no need to talk about chivalry today.

Kong Wen slumped down, his hands clasped together: "Do as you please. I only beg you, Master Song, to have mercy and spare the lives of those young disciples in the temple."

With all his trump cards revealed, a master fallen, and a thousand-year-old tradition severed, he, the abbot, was powerless to reverse the tide.