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

"Who is this person?! His aura is terrifying! When did the Li Yang royal family begin to harbor such a monster?"

"Judging from his words, he must be a member of the royal family... My God, Li Yang's move was incredibly well-planned!"

"Tsk tsk, today is truly surreal. The Northern Barbarians and the Li Yang, who have always been at odds, have actually sent people to assassinate Dao Chen Zhenren."

"What's so strange about that? Dao Chen Zhenren forced back the Great Yuan cavalry with just a letter. Looking across the world, which emperor wouldn't be wary of him? Only the Great Ming, Great Qin, and Great Wu dare to look him on equal footing."

"It's over. Li Jianshen just fought a fierce battle with Tuoba Pusa, and now there's an even stronger one coming... I'm afraid he can't withstand it."

Before the crowd's discussion had subsided, Lin Daochen took a step forward, soaring through the air, and said calmly to Li Chungang, "Sword God Li, this man's target is me. I will handle the rest myself."

Before he finished speaking, his gaze was already fixed on the young eunuch, and he whispered in a calm tone, yet with a deathly undertone: "Are you ready to die?"

The young eunuch chuckled, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "In your current state, even if you attack me with all your might, it'll only scratch the surface. Come on, why not let you make the first move?"

Extremely arrogant.

Lin Daochen said no more, and with a thought, his divine sense surged.

In an instant, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, as if a crack had appeared in the abyss.

call out--!

A beam of dark light suddenly shot out from between his brows, streaking through the air and instantly solidifying!

A small black sword, about an inch long, appeared in the void. It was transparent like mist, and its blade was covered with mysterious runes. It shimmered with a ghostly light, like a cursed blade from the depths of hell.

Heavenly Origin God-Slaying Sword!

This technique was developed by Lin Daochen after discussing swordsmanship with Li Chungang. It is specifically designed to slay the soul, and is formless and intangible, making it impossible to defend against.

The moment the sword was completed, everyone in the arena who sensed it felt a sharp pain in their head, as if their souls were being torn apart by a sharp blade, and cold sweat poured down their faces.

The young eunuch who was the target felt his hair stand on end, and a sense of life and death crisis struck him like a thunderbolt!

boom--!

Without hesitation, he activated all his true energy, ready to strike first. He no longer cared about his earlier promise to "give you a move".

But in that split second—

Whoosh!

The Heavenly Origin God-Slaying Sword has disappeared.

next moment.

The young eunuch, whose momentum had reached its peak and who was about to make a move, suddenly froze.

The light in his eyes vanished abruptly, like a lamp being extinguished by the wind.

If anyone could glimpse into his sea of ​​consciousness, they would see that the small black sword had cleaved his soul in two, utterly annihilating it!

No matter how strong a martial artist's cultivation level is, he is powerless against this secret technique that strikes directly at the soul.

Boom!

The body fell from the sky and crashed into the East China Sea, splashing up a wave.

In the blink of an eye, it was swept away by the surging tide, leaving no trace.

High in the sky, Lin Daochen stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering, like a god who controlled life and death.

Outside the entire Wudi City, all was silent.

No one dared to speak, no one dared to move.

After a long silence, he spoke calmly: "Sword God Li, if you have time in the future, please come and visit Wudang often."

Regardless of whether Li Chungang sought any reward, he remembered the two acts of kindness he had received.

As soon as he finished speaking, a crane's cry pierced the sky.

A white crane swooped down from the clouds, and Lin Daochen flipped himself up and rode away on the wind.

The cards have been played; it's not wise to linger.

As for the Yuan, Liyang, and Beimang forces that surrounded and killed him today—he will settle those scores with them one by one once he returns to the mountain to recover from his injuries.

Behind them, only the howling sea breeze could be heard. Everyone looked up at the sky, unable to come back to their senses for a long time.

Outside Emperor Wu's city, the onlookers from all directions finally awoke from the deathly silence—as if they had just escaped from an unbelievable dream.

In an instant, the silence shattered, and a clamor surged forth like a tidal wave, the murmurs almost lifting the sky.

"Dead! That reclusive master of the Li Yang royal family was actually killed by Dao Chen Zhenren in a single move!"

"That's ruthless! I didn't even see the movement clearly before the person was gone!"

"To be able to effortlessly defeat such a powerful opponent after three consecutive battles? Dao Chen Zhenren's strength... is beyond unfathomable, it's simply defying the heavens!"

Countless martial arts practitioners gasped in shock, their hearts still pounding.

"After this battle, the global landscape will likely be completely reshaped."

"More than that! Given Dao Chen's temperament, he is extremely vengeful. The Northern Mang and Li Yang dynasties have really messed with each other this time; they will face reckoning sooner or later!"

Many astute individuals, despite their shock, have already seen through the storm brewing behind the scenes.

But they didn't know that besides the Northern Barbarians and Liyang, the Great Yuan Dynasty was also secretly involved in the operation.

When Lin Daochen truly retaliates, the resulting upheaval will far exceed everyone's imagination.

"I've never seen anything like this before," someone murmured in amazement.

Even before the battle between Lin Daochen and Wang Xianzhi began, the entire Martial Emperor City had already attracted the attention of the world.

But who could have predicted that this showdown would not only defy expectations, but would instead unfold in a series of unexpected and dramatic twists and turns, leaving the audience breathless?

Besides the epic clash between two unparalleled experts, top assassins also appeared one after another, attempting to assassinate Lin Daochen—only to be killed by them all! Especially the scene of the final sword strike annihilating the experts of the Li Yang royal family was unpredictable and like a miracle.

"Do you think... Dao Chen Zhenren might actually be a reincarnation of a Daoist immortal? Otherwise, how could he possess so many extraordinary abilities?"

"Who but a god could do that?"

"What I'm more curious about now is—who else in this world could withstand his sword strike?"

The discussion lingered for a long time.

Listening to these whispers and seeing the undisguised shock in the eyes of the martial arts heroes, Wang Xianzhi and Li Chungang knew perfectly well that after this battle, the name of Dao Chen Zhenren of Wudang would surely reach the pinnacle of the martial arts world, an unprecedented height.

He is no longer just a strongman, but a living legend, a martial arts myth that dominates the world!

"Old Li, you were closest to him just now, did you see clearly how he made his move?" Wang Xianzhi asked in a deep voice.

He was still reeling from the shock of that blow.

He had fought the young eunuch before and knew his fighting strength was almost equal to his own. Yet Lin Daochen had killed him with a single sword strike—meaning that if Lin Daochen truly wanted to take his life, he too would likely perish.

He had previously thought that the difference between them was only a hair's breadth.

Only now do I realize that it's a world of difference.

"I didn't see it clearly." Li Chungang shook his head, his voice low and hoarse. "I only saw a flash of sword light... and then the person fell down."

He was just as shaken as Wang Xianzhi.

That sword strike transcended the realm of martial arts and approached the level of Tao.

The two faced each other in silence, saying nothing more.

As top experts of our time, what they have seen today is enough to overturn their understanding of "strength".

Time passed slowly.

The martial arts practitioners around Wudi City discussed the matter heatedly as they gradually dispersed.

Once everyone has dispersed, news of today's battle will spread like wildfire, reaching every corner of the world.

The name of Dao Chen Zhenren will once again resound throughout the land.

But before that, Lin Daochen had already embarked on his journey home.

He rode a crane into the sky, soaring with the wind, his speed far exceeding that of ordinary people.

……

Wudang Mountain.

In front of the Sutra Repository.

Upon learning of Lin Daochen's return, Song Yuanqiao rushed over to pay his respects.

Two Wudang disciples behind him carried a heavy box, their steps steady.

"Senior Uncle, all the Heavenly Silkworm Gold Threads and Crimson Gold that the three kingdoms of Qin, Ming, and Wu have searched for have been collected and are all in this box," Song Yuanqiao respectfully reported.

Upon hearing this, Lin Daochen's eyes brightened slightly, and a rare hint of joy appeared on his face.

The necessary items for foundation building are finally complete!

Next, all that is needed is to refine the base and flags of the Mountain and River Gathering Spirit Array, and then the array can be set up in earnest, thus beginning a new chapter in cultivation.

At this moment, Song Yuanqiao asked with concern, "Did your trip to the Martial Emperor City of the Li Yang Dynasty go smoothly, Uncle-Master?"

"There were some twists and turns," Lin Daochen said calmly, "but the ending was acceptable."

Lin Daochen briefly recounted the entire story of the Battle of Wudi City to Song Yuanqiao.

Upon hearing this, Song Yuanqiao's face suddenly darkened, and anger surged in his eyes.

"What kind of people are these—Da Yuan, Bei Mang, and Li Yang! How dare they attack my martial uncle! If we don't avenge this, how can Wudang maintain its reputation!"

His voice was deep and thunderous as he clenched his fists. "Why not unite the three great dynasties of Qin, Ming, and Wu, form an alliance, and jointly punish these three traitors!"

In Wudang, Lin Daochen's status was almost divine. Now that someone dared to assassinate him, it was tantamount to slapping the entire sect in the face, and no one could swallow this insult.

Lin Daochen, however, remained calm and gently shook his head.

"There's no need to make a big fuss."

"I am aware of this matter."

The original plan was to wait for the spiritual energy to recover and for the "Burning Spirit Explosion Technique" to cool down before personally visiting each person to settle the blood debts.

But now—things have changed.

Having obtained the Heavenly Silkworm Golden Thread and Crimson Profound Gold, the most urgent matter now is not revenge, but a breakthrough.

Foundation Building Stage!

Once you reach that level, even a mere dynasty ruler is nothing more than an ant in your palm, to be destroyed with a wave of your hand.

Song Yuanqiao wanted to persuade him further, but Lin Daochen stopped him with a single glance. In the end, he could only clasp his hands in a fist and step back.

After everyone left, Lin Daochen put the two rare treasures into his storage ring, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and began to regulate his breathing to recover his depleted spiritual energy.

Refining array bases and array flags is mentally and physically demanding, and in his current state, he is not yet capable of supporting the refining of artifacts.

The next morning.

With his spiritual energy fully restored, Lin Daochen entered the weapon-refining room and began refining the materials needed for the Mountain and River Spirit Gathering Array.

The array base and the array flags—every component required utmost precision; the slightest mistake would render all previous efforts futile. He concentrated intently, holding his breath, expending a great deal of mental energy with each completed piece.

To ensure absolute success, he remained calm and methodical, preferring to proceed slowly rather than carelessly.

Since we've already waited this long, a few more days won't make a difference.

Time slips away quietly.

Just as Lin Daochen was engrossed in refining weapons, news of the Battle of Martial Emperor City swept across the world like a whirlwind.

The first to receive accurate intelligence were naturally the various forces in Liyang.

-

In the depths of the imperial palace in Tai'an City, Liyang Dynasty.

The current Emperor Li Yang sits on the dragon throne, facing the Imperial Tutor Yuan Benxi.

"Your Majesty, we have failed." Yuan Benxi said in a heavy tone, "That lord... has been beheaded by Daoist Chen of Wudang in Wudi City."

He was not only the emperor's tutor, but also the head of the Zhao Gou, controlling all the secret agents in the world, and his information was absolutely true.

The emperor's pupils constricted sharply, and he abruptly stood up: "Impossible! That person's actions are meticulous; why would he act so easily without absolute certainty?"

"Quickly, tell me the details!"

After a while.

After hearing the report, the emperor remained silent as a stone.

The situation had completely spiraled out of control. After a long silence, he finally spoke:

"Mr. Yuan, what should we do next... in response to Dao Chen Zhenren's retaliation?"

This is the real problem.

Yuan Benxi gave a bitter laugh to himself.

This Dao Chen Zhenren is beyond the control of power and strategy; he is an existence that can shatter the void.

After a long silence, he finally spoke:

"I have two plans; please decide for Your Majesty."

"First, immediately send envoys to Wudang to place all blame on the deceased and completely sever all ties. At the same time, abolish the status of Longhu Mountain as the state religion and honor Wudang as the guardian of the nation's orthodox tradition."

"Turning enemies into friends may turn crisis into opportunity."

"Secondly—in alliance with the Northern Barbarian Empress, they will gather the top experts from both countries, secretly infiltrate the Ming Dynasty, and ambush and kill Dao Chen Zhenren!"

"Many ants can kill an elephant; no matter how strong he is, his true energy will eventually be exhausted. As long as we surround and annihilate him, the future troubles will be eliminated."

"Furthermore, the Yuan Dynasty and Wudang have a long-standing feud. If we can win them over, the three sides joining forces will greatly increase our chances of victory."

"When the three dynasties join forces to attack the mountain, even immortals will find it difficult to escape death."

The emperor's eyes flickered slightly, and he asked, "In your opinion, what is the best course of action?"

Yuan Benxi replied without hesitation: "The first strategy."

He spoke fiercely, but he knew in his heart that the second strategy was a gamble with his life, and even if he won, it would be a Pyrrhic victory.

"I understand."

"Let me think about this matter some more."

Emperor Li Yang did not make a decision immediately.

The connection between Longhu Mountain and the imperial family is far beyond the comprehension of outsiders. To challenge the status of the state religion? Easier said than done. Those ancient imperial ancestors, hiding deep in the mountains, would be the first to object.

"Mr. Yuan," his gaze darkened slightly, "keep a close eye on the whereabouts of Daoist Chen of Wudang. Zhao Gou's spies must not be let down. If there is any disturbance, immediately send a message by carrier pigeon."

He paused, then added, "Don't let your guard down in Beiliang either. I'm afraid that old fox Xu Xiao might take advantage of the chaos to rise to power."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Yuan Benxi bowed his head and responded, his tone calm yet sharp. "Your Majesty, why not issue a secret decree to Xu Xiao, instructing him to make things difficult for Liyang Wudang within the territory of Beiliang? This would both test his attitude and stir up the situation."

"allow."

The emperor uttered a single word, the echo of which lingered in the hall.