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

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The arrows pierced the air with terrifying force.

However, in the next instant, all the arrows seemed to hit an invisible barrier when they touched the white crane, shattering and falling away, unable to even get close.

The defenders' pupils constricted, their hearts filled with horror.

Unbeknownst to them, Lin Daochen had already erected a spiritual energy shield in front of him. How could ordinary arrows possibly budge it in the slightest?

The white crane flapped its wings and cried out, ignoring the barrage of arrows, and landed steadily on the square.

After landing, Lin Daochen stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze calm, his voice not loud, yet resonating like the sound of bells and drums, penetrating the entire palace:

"Where is Ying Zheng, the ruler of the Qin Dynasty? I, Lin Daochen of Wudang, have come to pay my respects."

Each word, amplified by spiritual power, resounded throughout the palace in an instant.

"It's...it's Master Dao Chen of Wudang!"

Upon hearing this, the nearby garrison soldiers paled, gripped their weapons tightly, and felt a chill run down their spines.

Even the elite troops of the Great Qin, stationed in the capital, had heard of the name of this number one Wudang master—a top martial arts master of the era, capable of single-handedly repelling a thousand troops!

Upon seeing his true form descend, everyone was filled with fear and dared only to guard him from a distance, with no one daring to take a step forward.

After all, they can even deflect a rain of arrows, so who would dare to provoke them rashly?

at the same time.

Inside the Imperial Study.

Zhang Han, the leader of the Hidden Guard, was reporting the battle situation to Ying Zheng: "Your Majesty, urgent report from the front—Wudang has intervened in the battlefield, several of our experts have been killed, and our previous advantage is crumbling."

General Meng Tian requests instructions: Should we continue the war?

"Fight!" Ying Zheng responded coldly without hesitation. "A few mere Wudang Taoists can't turn the tide. Order Meng Tian to be careful and guard against assassination attempts."

Destroying the Ming Dynasty and seizing the "Longevity Manual" is the key to his path to immortality. How could he give up because of some setbacks?

Right now—

Lin Daochen's voice boomed like thunder, entering the imperial study.

"Master Dao Chen of Wudang has arrived!"

Ying Zheng, Gai Nie, and Zhang Han's expressions all changed.

"Your Majesty must not appear! Please move to the secret palace immediately to avoid danger!" Zhang Han said urgently.

Now that the two countries are at war, the strongest of the opposing side has come alone. Such a person is not friendly; those who are friendly will not come!

Ying Zheng, however, had already suppressed his surprise and said in a cold, deep voice, "I am the ruler of the Great Qin, possessing a vast empire. How can I avoid seeing people in my own palace?"

His gaze sharpened, a cold glint flashing within: "This man is the head of Wudang, his cultivation is unparalleled, and he most likely possesses the 'Longevity Manual.' His coming alone today is a godsend—capture him, and immortality will be within reach!"

The opportunity was fleeting, and he couldn't afford to miss it!

He turned to the silent man beside him and spoke softly:

"Mr. Gai, would you dare to accompany me and meet this Taoist master?"

Gai Nie, with a solemn expression, slowly rose to his feet:

"Since Your Majesty has gone this far, I dare not disobey."

"Your Majesty, please forgive my bluntness, but the existence of Dao Chen Zhenren is beyond my ability to contend with."

"If he truly intends to attack you, even if I were to fight to the death to protect you, I would not be able to withstand even a single blow. I urge Your Majesty to be extremely cautious."

Gai Nie spoke in a deep voice.

He knew his own limitations perfectly well. Although he had already reached the realm of a terrestrial immortal, he had no chance of winning against Lin Daochen, who could kill terrestrial celestial beings. Even stopping him would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.

"Your Majesty, what Mr. Gai said is absolutely right. Please think it over!" Zhang Han followed closely behind, his tone solemn. "The palace is vast, and hiding is as easy as turning one's hand. Dao Chen Zhenren may not be able to find Your Majesty's whereabouts."

"I am willing to lead the Secret Guard and the Imperial Army to meet the enemy. No matter how strong a master is, their inner strength will eventually run out. We will wear them down! We will use our lives to wear them down, use time to delay them, and force them to retreat!"

Despite this, there was no trace of schadenfreude in Zhang Han's eyes—this battle would likely cost him his life.

Ying Zheng listened to the two men's advice without changing his expression.

It's not that they were unaware of the danger, but this place is the central hub of the Qin Dynasty, the most heavily guarded place in the world. How could they not have a backup plan?

"No need for further words, I know what I'm doing."

"Let's go, follow me to meet this Dao Chen Zhenren."

His tone was mild, yet his words left no room for argument.

"As you command."

Seeing that the emperor had made up his mind, Gai Nie and Zhang Han had no choice but to bow and accept the order.

Surrounded by layers of guards, Ying Zheng slowly ascended the high steps of the palace square.

At first glance, the person in the center of the square stands like a pine tree between heaven and earth, with a flowing aura around him, and a faint sound of the Great Dao, as if resonating with the sky.

"Is this Wudang Dao Chen? What an otherworldly appearance! He's practically not a visitor from the mortal realm."

The moment their eyes met Lin Daochen, all three of them were startled.

However, Ying Zheng remained outwardly calm, but his fingertips quietly reached into his robes and took out a small bronze figure, which he held in his palm.

The bronze figure had a slightly bulging chest, concealing a hidden mechanism. Ying Zheng lightly pressed his index finger on it, poised to unleash its power.

He then announced loudly, "Master Dao Chen, what brings you here, trespassing into the palace?"

"Why does Your Majesty feign ignorance?" Lin Daochen stood with his hands behind his back, his voice cold and clear. "I have come here naturally because of the Qin Dynasty's transgression against the Ming Dynasty."

His intentions went beyond that, but Ying Zheng was a man who revered strength above all else. He wouldn't utter a single word without being beaten into submission.

"I have my reasons for sending troops." Ying Zheng's eyes darkened. "As long as you hand over the 'Longevity Manual,' you will immediately withdraw your troops and the border will be at peace."

"The Longevity Manual?" Lin Daochen chuckled lightly, a scroll materializing from his sleeve as he held it in his palm. "It's right here."

Whether I give it to you or not depends on my mood.

The runes on the yellowed pages seemed to contain the vitality of eternity.

Ying Zheng's pupils contracted sharply, a flash of greed crossing his eyes, and he shouted sternly, "Dao Chen! Don't be so ungrateful!"

"Now present the letter, and I will allow you to leave safely. The military order is hereby given: the entire army must withdraw. If you remain obstinate—you will not leave this palace alive today!"

Lin Daochen glanced sideways, raising an eyebrow slightly: "Oh? Where does Your Majesty get such confidence?"

"Could it be... that there's a master hidden within the Qin palace who can subdue me?"

He coldly swept his gaze over the surrounding guards and Gai Nie, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "These shrimp soldiers and crab generals, plus a terrestrial immortal, can't stop me."

He didn't believe that Ying Zheng was unaware of his own battle record.

To dare to be so arrogant, one must have something to rely on.

This was somewhat expected.

How could such a vast empire not have some hidden treasures?

Ying Zheng's lips curled into a smile, his arrogance palpable: "True Master's martial arts are profound, and I naturally admire them. Elsewhere, I could only watch helplessly as you come and go as you please."

"But this is—the Imperial Palace of the Qin Dynasty! It is my imperial court!"

"No matter how powerful you are outside, here you have to kneel down and speak to me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his finger sank!

click!

The bronze figure pressed the button in response.

Boom—!!

The entire palace square suddenly trembled, and dazzling golden light burst forth from all directions!

Twelve giant bronze statues slowly awoke from the ground and stood in all directions. Each statue was covered with ancient runes. At this moment, light surged forth like rivers flowing backward, and the world changed color!

Runes flowed, golden light surged, and the twelve bronze figures hummed and trembled, their joints emitting a piercing metallic scraping sound, as if a giant beast that had been sleeping for a thousand years was slowly opening its eyes.

A vast and powerful aura swept across the entire area, comparable to that of a terrestrial deity, its energy soaring to the heavens and awe-inspiring.

"Battle puppets...the Twelve Golden Men of Qin?"

Lin Daochen's eyes flickered slightly, and an ancient legend flashed through his mind like lightning.

"Surround them!"

Ying Zheng lightly tapped the bronze statue in his palm with his fingertips and then flicked out with one finger.

boom--!

The twelve colossal creatures strode across the ground with thunderous steps, instantly forming an array that firmly trapped Lin Daochen in the center.

"Dao Chen Zhenren," Ying Zheng's voice boomed, "will you hand over the 'Longevity Manual' yourself, or will they come and take it from you?"

His tone was confident, as if the outcome was already decided.

Behind him, Gai Nie and Zhang Han's pupils suddenly contracted.

As the emperor's right-hand men, they were completely unaware of these trump cards. They had previously regarded these bronze figures as mere decorations in the palace, never imagining they were weapons of mass destruction comparable to terrestrial deities.

"So... this is His Majesty's true reliance?" The two exchanged a glance, their hearts filled with astonishment.

"You do have some skill." Lin Daochen stood with his hands behind his back, a hint of interest igniting in his eyes. "A mere puppet dares to suppress me? Your Majesty, you are far too confident."

Ying Zheng smiled coldly: "These twelve golden statues were forged by the Qin royal family over a thousand years, using the finest materials from across the land. Each one possesses the power of a terrestrial immortal. When they join forces, even a terrestrial celestial being would find it difficult to escape unscathed. They require no rest, are impervious to injury, and will never cease their battle."

"No matter how strong you are, you're still just flesh and blood. Can you afford to waste time?"

He had unwavering confidence in this trump card.

Long before the Qin Dynasty was a feudal state, the royal family had secretly cast these twelve golden statues. They poured all the nation's resources into creating an ironclad army that would never betray them.

Humans may waver and betray; machines will not.

"Oh?" Lin Daochen raised an eyebrow slightly. "Then Your Majesty, why don't you give it a try?"

Before he could finish speaking, Ying Zheng's eyes flashed sharply: "Make your move!"

boom!!!

The runes on the twelve golden figures flickered and shimmered, as if they were coming back to life, and they pressed forward in unison, their attack like a tidal wave.

A cold light flashed in Lin Daochen's hand, and the Heavenly Prison Sword was in his grasp, its blade pointing diagonally as he charged forward to meet the attack.

Clang! Clang! Clang—!

The sounds of metal clashing were incessant, and the clash of swords against bronze fists produced dazzling sparks.

In an instant, the entire palace square changed color, a strong wind tore through the air, and thunder roared.

In close combat, they were evenly matched.

The twelve golden men were no match for Lin Daochen, and Lin Daochen was unable to break the deadlock for the time being.

Ying Zheng stood on the high platform, his expression calm and composed.

He had studied swordsmanship under Gai Nie and knew the limits of a martial artist—internal strength has its limits. But these twelve golden men before him were tireless and painless, and could fight until the heavens and earth collapsed.

With one side gaining and the other losing, victory or defeat was already predetermined.

Gai Nie and Zhang Han's tense hearts gradually relaxed. They both realized that the odds of winning this war of attrition were in their favor.

What they didn't know was that Lin Daochen, who was in the arena, had already seen through everything.

As soon as they clashed, he clearly sensed that the individual golden man was barely at the threshold of a terrestrial immortal, not even as good as the Hundred-Break Daoist.

However, their advantage lies in their large numbers, and their combat power increases exponentially after they form a battle formation.

The formation was even more mysterious, not only enhancing coordinated attacks but also forming a sealing barrier, making it impossible for the golden man to escape unless he was destroyed.

What appears to be a desperate situation is actually...

It was just a game of chess that he had already seen through.

All we need to do is break their formation's core and disrupt their coordinated attacks.

With his speed achieved through the Shadowless Technique, defeating them one by one is only a matter of time.

These golden figures were ultimately inanimate objects, slow to react and clumsy in form; how could they possibly keep up with his figure?

It sounds easy, but this ability to break the deadlock is entirely due to Lin Daochen's extraordinary comprehension—he had long studied formations and saw through the weakness of the Twelve Golden Men's Combined Attack Formation at a glance.

If it were any other celestial being from the land, let alone breaking through, simply surviving three breaths in the encirclement of these twelve bronze-armored battle puppets would be the limit.

No wonder Ying Zheng dared to appear alone; it's just a pity he ran into Lin Daochen.

Less than a quarter of an hour had passed.

Lin Daochen's gaze sharpened, and he locked onto the core of the formation.