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

The murmurs rose and fell, reaching the enemy ranks from afar.

As Meng Chixing listened to the commotion, a slight smile played on his lips, but a cold laugh escaped his lips.

Ignorant fools. Do they really think they can subdue Wudang with just nine terrestrial immortals?

The Yuan Dynasty's true trump card today is not these people at all.

Instead, it was Pang Ban, who stood beside him, seemingly unremarkable.

This person has been in seclusion for many years and has already reached the realm of breaking through the void. He is only one step away from transcending the mortal world.

Once I break free from these shackles today, I will be a figure above the eleventh terrestrial immortal in this world!

This is the true source of the Yuan Dynasty's confidence in daring to unleash this catastrophe.

Even their allies, Northern Mang and Liyang, were completely unaware of this.

Even if Pang Ban were to leave this world after breaking through to the next realm and never set foot in the mortal realm again, as long as this battle were to begin, the Great Yuan could use his prestige to awe the world for ten years!

The secret has not yet been revealed, but the deterrent effect has already taken shape.

At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng stepped out slowly, his green robe fluttering in the wind, his gaze calm.

"Gentlemen, you have come from afar. May I ask what brings you here?"

His tone was flat, as if he truly didn't know the purpose of the visit.

In reality, his mind was as clear as a mirror.

After passing through customs, Song Yuanqiao had already reported everything clearly.

He knew these people were there for revenge.

But he still had to ask.

Because every moment of delay brings a greater chance of survival.

If Lin Daochen can break through his cultivation level before the decisive battle, Wudang will still have a glimmer of hope.

Otherwise, with only him and his disciples facing the combined might of the three great dynasties, their only fate would be annihilation.

"Zhang Sanfeng, why pretend to be stupid?"

Si Hanfei shouted angrily, "You and I both know the truth! We've come here today only to raze Wudang to the ground! To settle old scores for your arrogant senior brother, Dao Chen! He forced back our mighty Yuan army and ruined our vast conquests; this enmity is irreconcilable!"

Zhang Sanfeng remained unmoved, his gaze slowly sweeping over the three people from Longhu Mountain before finally settling on Yuan Qingshan.

"Fellow Daoists Zhao and Yuan," he said calmly, "though you belong to different lineages, you ultimately share the same origin. All are disciples of the Daoist sect; will you today betray your principles and aid the wicked?"

Zhao Huangchao said calmly, "One who eats the emperor's food must be loyal to the emperor. Although we belong to the same lineage of Taoism, my Longhu Mountain is the state religion of the Liyang Dynasty, so naturally we must do our part for the court."

These words sound righteous and awe-inspiring, but they are merely superficial rhetoric.

The key to his intervention was that if Wudang were destroyed, the Zhengyi sect could regain its supreme position in Taoism and reclaim its leading position.

On the other side.

Yuan Qingshan took over the conversation and slowly said, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, I am in Northern Mang and have no choice in what I do. As the National Preceptor of Northern Mang, I have no choice but to come today to ensure the stability of the country."

"Do you really think that you can leave Wudang Mountain unscathed after stepping through its gates?" Zhang Sanfeng's eyes flashed like lightning, his voice steady. "You all know my senior brother's strength. With your numbers, you think you can destroy Wudang? You're far from it."

"A word of advice—it's not too late to turn back now."

As he spoke, he subtly stalled for time.

Upon hearing this, Meng Chixing chuckled and said, "Master Zhang, there's no need for empty threats. We know the true extent of Master Daochen's abilities."

"We have the confidence to climb Wudang Mountain."

He paused, then suddenly narrowed his eyes: "That's strange... Dao Chen Zhenren hasn't shown up yet. Could it be—he's not on the mountain?"

Before he could finish speaking...

boom!

Deep within Wudang Mountain, a pillar of light suddenly burst forth, its spiritual energy surging like a raging sea, and its overwhelming pressure instantly enveloped the entire mountain range.

The sky split apart, the void twisted, and strange phenomena of heaven and earth appeared out of nowhere.

Within the Northern Barbarian camp, Taiping Ling's expression suddenly changed, and he shouted sharply, "Something's not right! Lin Daochen is breaking through to a higher realm! Zhang Sanfeng is stalling for time!"

"Stop talking nonsense, act now and join forces to kill them!"

These words sent a shiver down the spines of many experts from the three dynasties.

Lin Daochen is already ridiculously strong. If he breaks through another level, how can anyone fight him? Who can stop him?

"Ban'er!" Meng Chixing hurriedly turned to Pang Ban beside him, "Lin Daochen... is he attempting to break through to the Shattered Void Realm?"

Pang Ban stared intently at the spiritual pillar that pierced through heaven and earth, and calmly replied, "No."

Although he had not yet truly taken that step, he had already glimpsed its path. At this moment, although that aura was vast, it had no intention of "shattering the void," clearly indicating that he had not yet reached the other shore.

"That's good..." Meng Chixing breathed a sigh of relief, but still cautiously pressed, "Are you sure there's no problem?"

Pang Ban's lips curled slightly, his eyes gleaming with fighting spirit: "Master, rest assured, everything is under control."

"Until they are broken, they are all ants."

"As long as he doesn't ascend to immortality, he won't escape my grasp."

at the same time.

On the top floor of the Wudang Sutra Pavilion, Lin Daochen's breakthrough had reached its final stage.

Within his dantian, spiritual liquid surged like a rushing river, almost filling the entire inner palace.

Even while in seclusion, amidst the ever-changing world outside, he had already perceived everything with his divine sense.

My heart is neither surprised nor afraid, only indifferent.

The day he reaches the Foundation Establishment stage will be the day of reckoning.

As for whether these people would interrupt him, he didn't care at all.

He had already set up numerous restrictions around the Scripture Pavilion, and a mere group of terrestrial immortals could not break through his array barrier.

Regaining his composure, Lin Daochen once again absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, his body swirling with energy like a dragon.

……

On the battlefield.

With the Taiping Decree's order, the powerful figures of the three dynasties moved in unison and attacked the Wudang disciples.

"Disciples, form a battle formation to meet the enemy!" Zhang Sanfeng roared, leading Song Yuanqiao and the others to bravely meet the enemy. Sword energy crisscrossed, and fist winds shattered rocks.

Just then, a swordsman in the crowd drew his sword and shouted, "Gentlemen! We have been stationed on Wudang Mountain for many years, comprehending the essence of swordsmanship, and have received countless blessings from Master Dao Chen! Today, he has broken through to a higher realm in seclusion. How can we stand idly by?"

Before he finished speaking, he had already soared into the air, his sword flashing like a rainbow, plunging straight into the battlefield.

In an instant, several more figures leaped out and joined the battle, helping Wudang resist the powerful enemy.

They originally thought Lin Daochen was safe and sound, so there was no need to interfere.

But now that they know he is unable to act at a critical moment, these chivalrous heroes immediately stepped forward.

Of course, people's hearts are unpredictable.

Some people are grateful and repay kindness, while others shrink back in fear.

Faced with such a terrifying lineup of three dynasties, not everyone dared to go against the tide.

Among these martial arts masters, although there were no immortals to oversee the battle, there were plenty of grandmasters of swordsmanship. With the assistance of these top experts, Wudang was in no way at a disadvantage against those who were no immortals.

However, once one reaches the level of a terrestrial immortal, the situation immediately becomes tricky.

Three against nine, the gap is so huge, it's almost suffocating.

However, the three dynasties did not gamble everything, and not all the terrestrial immortals came out in full force—their true target was always Lin Daochen.

"Demon Sect, Master Zhao, while Lin Daochen is breaking through, let's immediately storm Wudang and take his life!"

With a sharp gaze, Taiping Ling gave a solemn order to Meng Chixing and Zhao Huangchao.

"good!"

Zhao Huangchao should act decisively and swiftly.

Meng Chixing did not move, but turned his head to look at Pang Ban beside him.

"It's too late."

Pang Ban said indifferently, "Dao Chen Zhenren's breakthrough is over."

Taiping Ling and the others were shocked and hurriedly looked towards the summit of Wudang Mountain—sure enough, the towering pillar of heaven and earth had already dissipated, and the strange phenomena of heaven and earth had also receded like the tide, returning to silence.

In an instant, Taiping Ling and Zhao Huangchao's expressions changed drastically: Lin Daochen has arrived!

"Demon Sect, Master Zhao! First, join forces to kill Zhang Sanfeng and his two companions, then combine your strength to besiege Lin Daochen!"

Taiping Ling spoke rapidly, his killing intent surging.

"It's too late."

Meng Chixing said softly, his gaze already fixed on the distance.

Following his gaze—

Lin Daochen's figure was already standing in front of the Wudang formation.

Even more strangely, as soon as he appeared, the two sides, who were locked in fierce combat, stopped fighting at the same time.

It wasn't the Wudang people who withdrew their moves, but rather the three dynasties that took the initiative to retreat, quickly returning to their own lines, everyone looking tense.

"Senior brother, you... you succeeded?"

Zhang Sanfeng stepped forward, his voice trembling slightly.

"It's done."

Lin Daochen nodded slightly.

At this moment, he had leaped from the ninth level of Qi Refining to the Foundation Establishment stage—and not just the initial stage, but two realms in a row, directly reaching the middle stage of Foundation Establishment!

His gaze swept over the Wudang disciples and the assembled heroes. Seeing that several of them were injured and covered in blood, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and a murderous intent was revealed.

"Junior brother, leave the rest to me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped forward, his gaze sharp as a knife, piercing the nine people opposite him, his tone as light as if he were asking what they would like to have for dinner:

"Tell me, how do you want to die?"

"Arrogant! Lin Daochen, no matter how strong you are, with nine of us terrestrial immortals here, we will surely slay you today!"

The Northern Barbarian Bronze Man Ancestor roared, his voice booming like a bell.

"Oh."

Lin Daochen sneered and lightly tapped his finger.

BOOM—!!

Without warning, a bloody hole exploded between the eyebrows of the Bronze Ancestor, and a foot-long bloody light shone from the back of his head. He died on the spot without even uttering a sound!

boom!

The body crashed heavily to the ground, raising dust and splattering blood.

"What?!"

"The Bronze Man Ancestor... is dead? Just... just like that, he died?"

The entire place was deathly silent, with only the sound of the wind sweeping across the mountaintop.

Everyone was stunned.

They knew Lin Daochen could kill a terrestrial immortal, but no one expected that such a casual flick of his finger would annihilate a terrestrial immortal, body and soul!

No need to circulate internal energy? No need to form hand seals? No need to unleash any special techniques? Not even a fluctuation in aura?

This isn't murder; it's easier than crushing an ant!

"Is...is this even human...?"

Someone muttered to themselves, their legs going weak.

"Senior brother... no, senior uncle... after breaking through, he is terrifyingly powerful..."

Even Zhang Sanfeng, Song Yuanqiao, and others were so shocked that they were speechless.

The three opposing dynasties were all ashen-faced.

When they were planning to besiege Wu Dang, they had already overestimated Lin Daochen's strength to the extreme, but reality slapped them hard in the face - he was more than ten times more terrifying than they had estimated!

If he had used unparalleled martial arts to kill the Bronze Man Ancestor, the public could still accept it.

But now? With a casual flick of the finger, even terrestrial deities vanish into thin air?

This is no longer martial arts, it's a miracle!

"Ban'er... are you confident?"

Meng Chixing's expression finally changed, and he asked the person beside him in a low voice.

Even with Pang Ban as their trump card, what they are facing now is beyond human capability to contend with.

Pang Ban remained calm, his gaze lingering on Lin Daochen, and slowly spoke:

"Once I take the final step, killing a terrestrial immortal will be as easy as lifting a hand."

"Don't panic, I'm here today."

"Once I break through the void, everything will be under my control. Lin Daochen won't be able to cause the slightest trouble!"

He understood Meng Chixing's concerns.

However, he had an almost arrogant confidence in his own abilities.

To this day, he still has not sensed a trace of the aura of shattered void from Lin Daochen.

This shows that the breakthrough just now was not the attainment of the highest realm.

As the saying goes: until one reaches the pinnacle, one is but an ant!

Just as the Bronze Man Ancestor fell with a bang, Lin Daochen's gaze swept towards Yuan Qingshan, the National Preceptor of Northern Mang and the Sect Master of the Moral Sect, as sharp as a cold blade.

"Fellow Daoist Yuan, when you came to Wudang last time, I kindly reminded you not to interfere in the conflict between Northern Mang and Wudang."

His voice was cold, yet every word was like a knife.

"It seems you didn't take those words to heart."

Yuan Qingshan smiled wryly, just about to speak.

Lin Daochen simply nodded slightly and uttered two words:

"understand."

His tone then turned serious: "But since we've chosen this path, we have to pay the price."

Before he finished speaking, he lightly raised his fingertip and casually tapped it.

Yuan Qingshan's true essence had already been pushed to its limit, and his protective qi was layered upon layer, but it crumbled like paper when faced with that finger!