If you force me to take the blame, I'll spend a day in jail and gain a year's worth of spi

Zhang Yu's mind was completely clear; all the tension and fear vanished instantly.

Faced with that earth-shattering sword strike that could have killed him, he made a move that surprised everyone.

He neither threw another punch nor tried to dodge.

He simply raised his right hand, extended his index finger, and pointed lightly.

"What...what is he doing?!"

"Were you scared out of your wits?"

"Use one finger to strike the Grandmaster's ultimate sword?"

That's not how you court death.

"It's over..."

In the distance, Zhang Heng, Qin Xuehua, and the others, who had been forced into a corner by the strong wind, all showed expressions of disbelief and absurdity upon seeing this scene.

In their view, Zhang Yu was simply terrified, giving up resistance and making meaningless moves.

Xiao Zhengfeng and the others felt a chill in their hearts and could no longer bear to watch.

However, Jian Wuwei, who was at the heart of the battle, suddenly froze his sinister smile, which turned into extreme horror and disbelief.

Others might not be able to see it, but he, the one who drew the sword, felt it most clearly.

Zhang Yu's seemingly casual finger strike, precisely aimed at the most crucial and vulnerable point of Qi transformation in his "Sword Severing Mountains and Rivers" move.

How is that possible?

This sword technique that could cleave mountains and rivers was his most treasured skill, which he had studied for decades and was confident that he had reached a state of perfection with the slightest flaws.

Even a master of the same level would find it extremely difficult to catch such a fast sword strike.

How could Zhang Yu, a junior with innate talent, possibly see through it at a glance?

And it so precisely targeted that one and only, fleeting point?

Is it a coincidence?

It's impossible!

Under Jian Wuwei's incredulous gaze, Zhang Yu's seemingly light finger touched the earth-shattering Autumn Water Sword Light.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor was there the imagined finger being shredded by sword energy.

Pop!

A faint, almost negligible crackling sound, like a bubble bursting.

Immediately afterwards, that terrifying sword intent, which seemed capable of severing everything, disintegrated and collapsed inch by inch, starting from the point where it touched Zhang Yu's fingertips, in a way that defied common sense.

Chi Chi Chi -!

The violent sword energy went out of control, shooting wildly in all directions, cutting the already chaotic prison floor and walls even more into pieces, filling the air with smoke and dust.

Zhang Yu only experienced a slight numbness in his fingers, and the skin at his fingertips was cut by the remaining sharp sword energy, leaving a small cut that oozed a drop of bright red blood. He was then fine.

He truly broke the master swordsman's ultimate sword technique with just one finger!

"No...impossible!!!"

Jian Wuwei cried out in shock, his voice filled with disbelief, anger, and a hint of fear that he himself was unaware of.

His strongest attack was actually countered by his opponent in such an unbelievable and almost humiliating way!

This was completely beyond his comprehension!

"I don't believe it, it's impossible, it must be a coincidence."

"Die!"

Extreme shame and anger, coupled with a fear of the unknown, drove Jian Wuwei into a frenzy.

He no longer cared about any rules or regulations, and poured out all the exquisite sword techniques and killing moves he had learned in his life like a storm.

In an instant, sword energy surged within the prison, and sword light cascaded like a waterfall.

This was Jian Wuwei's hysterical counterattack, a roar of his last dignity and pride as a master swordsman.

He didn't believe that someone with innate talent could truly see through all his sword moves.

However, this storm of swords was enough to overwhelm and exhaust any expert, whether at the Innate Realm or even the Grandmaster Realm.

Zhang Yu, however, was more composed than before, even... indifferent.

He remained standing in the same spot, without even moving an inch.

He had his left hand behind his back, and his right index finger extended, the tip of which seemed to move casually and lightly in the air with some kind of mysterious rhythm.

Yes, it's a pulse.

Without any special moves or any dazzling display of true energy, he simply and gently touched the fierce sword light that was attacking from all directions.

But this seemingly childish action produced an effect that made everyone's eyes pop out.

Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop...

A series of soft, popping sounds rang out, as dense as raindrops pattering on banana leaves.

Amidst the horrified gazes of the crowd, those fierce and incomparably sharp sword lights, sword qi, and sword radiance could be easily touched by Zhang Yu's fingertips.

No matter how treacherous its trajectory or how terrifying its power, it will vanish in an instant, like ice and snow under the sun!

Zhang Yu stood there quietly, pointing one finger to the sky, his clothes fluttering in the aftershocks of the violently dissipating sword energy, his hair flying.

His eyes were as deep as an ancient well, as if the terrifying rain of swords before him, capable of destroying the entire prison several times over, was merely a nuisance to mosquitoes in the summer, which he casually swatted away.

Under the influence of divine soul power, mortal martial arts become riddled with flaws.

"Impossible, this is impossible."

My sword, my Autumn Water Sword Technique.

How could this be... Ah!!!

Jian Wuwei roared madly, his voice filled with sobs and despair.

His lifelong dedication to swordsmanship, his proudest skill, proved as fragile as a child's toy before Zhang Yu's seemingly ordinary finger, utterly vulnerable.

Every time I drew my sword, it was precisely struck on my "fatal weakness." The feeling of having my power forcibly extinguished before it could be fully unleashed was even more devastating than being defeated head-on.

This is no longer a difference in skill and strength; it's more like... a dimensional crushing defeat.

It's like an antelope hanging its horns on a tree; it's like a dimensional reduction attack.

His Dao heart shattered completely at this moment.

What sword master, what Autumn Water Without a Trace, all became a joke in the face of the opponent's all-seeing gaze and that strange finger.

He felt like a clown, putting on a farcical show with all his might, while the only audience member watched him with pity and indifference.

Nearby, Xiao Xuan and Hui Chen, who had been locked in fierce combat, had stopped fighting at some point.

The two grandmasters were equally shocked by this mind-blowing scene, and subconsciously stopped their attacks, staring intently at Zhang Yu and the seemingly crazed Jian Wuwei.

Xiao Xuan's eyes were filled with extreme shock, followed by ecstasy, and finally turned into deep awe.

He guessed right.

Zhang Yu is no ordinary person.

How could this be considered a Primordial Realm?

This clearly indicates that they have mastered some supreme secret technique that they cannot comprehend.

To be able to break through all laws with a single finger—this is simply a legendary realm.

The compassion on Master Huichen's face had vanished, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity, and even... a hint of horror.

He has practiced Buddhism for many years, and his mind is now as calm as a still well.

But at this moment, the methods Zhang Yu displayed were completely beyond his comprehension.

It's not just about having abundant internal energy and a strong physical body; it's about an insight and application that's almost like the "Tao."

Who exactly is this person?

Could he really be the reincarnation of some ancient powerful being?

Or did he receive some kind of heaven-defying immortal inheritance?

As for the others, such as Zhang Heng, Qin Xuehua, Xiao Zhengfeng, the four nobles, and even Hu Qingxuan who had been "eating melons" in the corner.

At this moment, they all seemed to be frozen in place, dumbfounded, standing there, as if they had forgotten to breathe.

In their eyes, Zhang Yu's figure seemed to be infinitely elevated, no longer a disheveled young prisoner, but a celestial being descended to earth, an unfathomable master.

With one hand behind his back and using only one finger, he effortlessly suppressed, pierced, and annihilated all the attacks of a renowned swordsman who had been famous for decades and was infamous for his ferocity.

Jian Wuwei's hysterical and frantic attacks now seemed less like an offensive and more like a farcical and desperate one-man show in coordination with Zhang Yu.

crazy!

This world must be insane!

A master who can crush a grandmaster from birth?

And in such a toy-like way, they crushed them?

This is no longer a fight between opponents of higher levels; this completely overturns the common sense of martial arts!

Are we dreaming, or is everything we're seeing an illusion?

The smugness and resentment on Zhang Heng's face had long since solidified, turning into boundless fear and bewilderment. His legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

Qin Xuehua's face was ashen, her lips trembled, and she couldn't utter a single word.

She finally realized that she seemed to have never really understood her son.

Xiao Zhengfeng and other members of the royal family, on the other hand, went from hell to heaven, their hearts filled with the ecstasy of surviving a catastrophe and boundless awe for Zhang Yu.

Even Hu Qingxuan, who was used to seeing big scenes, couldn't help but show a slight change in expression.