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The scene was deathly silent; you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone seemed frozen in place, or as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight, their eyes fixed on Zhang Yu.

Jian Wuwei had already stopped his futile and frantic attacks.

The Autumn Water Sword in his hand fell limply, its tip even touching the ground slightly, emitting a faint tremor, as if it were also wailing.

"Who...who exactly are you?"

Filled with deep fear and incomprehension, Jian Wuwei asked tremblingly.

At this moment, Zhang Yu was no longer the junior innate realm who could be easily crushed in his eyes, but a monster in human skin, an incomprehensible abyss.

"Enough with the nonsense, continue."

Zhang Yu was having a great time when he saw Jian Wuwei stop fighting, so he took the initiative to launch an attack.

"Mountain-Splitting Fist".

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Yu moved and threw another punch, still using basic boxing techniques.

This punch, in terms of power and the sheer volume of internal energy, should not be underestimated.

However, in the eyes of a master like Jian Wuwei, who had been immersed in martial arts for decades, this kind of fist technique was crude and unbearable.

Previously, Jian Wuwei, relying on his status and angered by Zhang Yu's forceful resistance, harbored a competitive and crushing mentality, choosing to confront him head-on, and did not pay much attention to the crudeness of Zhang Yu's moves.

But at this moment, he was terrified by Zhang Yu's unbelievable counter-attack method, and he dared not take it head-on.

Almost instinctively, the instant Zhang Yu's fist struck his body, Jian Wuwei shifted his feet and slid to the side and back like a ghost.

At the same time, he subconsciously swung and swayed his longsword, using the most basic technique of deflecting force.

"Um?"

Jian Wuwei let out a soft "hmm," a hint of doubt appearing in his eyes.

His hasty dodge and parry were surprisingly easy, allowing him to avoid Zhang Yu's punch and skillfully deflect all of Zhang Yu's force.

"Could it be...?"

A guess formed in his mind, so he stopped attacking and instead relied on his years of combat experience and martial arts skills to try to defend against Zhang Yu's attacks.

The result was quite unexpected; Zhang Yu's combat skills and attack methods were extremely poor, and he couldn't hurt him in the slightest.

"Hahaha, I thought it was some kind of god or monster, but it's nothing special."

Jian Wuchen laughed excitedly:

"You do have some skill; you can see through the flaws in my sword techniques."

But your boxing technique is utterly crude and full of flaws.

"You have no understanding of advanced martial arts, no sophisticated attack techniques, only brute strength and that strange perception, yet you cannot harm me in the slightest."

Jian Wuwei's words pinpointed Zhang Yu's biggest predicament at that moment.

The power of the soul can indeed see through and break down the opponent's attack, and even find its weakest point, making it a divine skill for defense and countering attacks.

However, it offers limited help in proactive attacks!

At the very least, five years of spiritual power is still not enough to launch a spiritual attack independently.

Zhang Yu's shortcomings in martial arts skills were exposed at this moment.

He spent three years cultivating diligently to reach the first rank; how could he possibly possess any sophisticated attack techniques?

This resulted in him possessing extraordinary internal energy and a powerful physique that surpassed those of his peers, but lacking exquisite martial arts techniques that could fully unleash their power.

It's like a giant with immense strength who only knows how to throw wild, clumsy punches and can't hit a nimble mouse; all his strength is wasted.

Xiao Xuan saw it clearly, and his mind raced: "It seems that Zhang has just awakened the memories of a great power and has not yet unsealed all his abilities."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel worried.

The others also noticed that Zhang Yu had a problem; although his defense was invincible, his offensive methods were limited.

Hui Chen's mind raced, and he immediately transmitted his voice: "Jian Wuwei, let's join forces to take down Xiao Xuan first. This boy's attacks are rudimentary; just be careful, he can't harm us."

He judged that Zhang Yu posed a limited threat, and the most urgent task was to deal with Xiao Xuan, who could actually cause harm.

"good!"

Jian Wuwei decisively abandoned Zhang Yu and joined forces with Huichen to attack Xiao Xuan.

With the two grandmasters working together, Xiao Xuan's pressure increased dramatically, and he was immediately in grave danger.

Enraged by this, Zhang Yu immediately rushed forward to help.

But Jian Wuwei and Huichen had learned their lesson and didn't confront him directly at all.

Relying on their superior agility and exquisite skills, they easily dodged or deflected Zhang Yu's clumsy attacks, and even deliberately guided them, causing Zhang Yu's punches to almost injure Xiao Xuan several times.

"Damn it!"

Zhang Yu was both angry and anxious. He had the strength to shake mountains, but he was like a bull stuck in the mud, with nowhere to use his strength.

Fortunately, his divine sense was still intact, and he could clearly detect the flaws in the opponent's attack. He immediately stood back to back with Xiao Xuan and deflected some of the fatal attacks for him.

However, Jian Wuwei and Huichen were both seasoned masters. Having seen through Zhang Yu's weaknesses, they magnified them infinitely.

They abandoned their offensive tactics and instead engaged in hit-and-run maneuvers, specifically targeting Xiao Xuan's weaknesses: old age, fatigue, and exhaustion from prolonged fighting.

Although Zhang Yu's defense was strong, his combat experience and teamwork were far inferior to the two elders, often resulting in him being unable to defend one area while neglecting another.

For a time, Zhang Yu himself was not in danger, but Xiao Xuan was like a small boat in a storm, struggling to stay afloat and showing signs of defeat.

He was already old and his energy was no longer at its peak. Under the deliberate targeting of the two grandmasters, his breathing quickly became disordered and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Young friend Zhang!"

Xiao Xuan gritted his teeth and took a direct hit from Hui Chen's Prajna Palm, staggering backward as he hurriedly transmitted his voice:

"Why don't we leave first!"

"As long as you're alive, you can take your revenge once you've fully recovered your former cultivation!"

He felt that if he dragged this out any longer, he would surely die from exhaustion.

What past life cultivation level?

Zhang Yu was confused and didn't know what he was talking about.

Li Danggang, who was afraid of death, saw the danger and shouted urgently:

"Boss, they can't hurt you, you go first."

If Mozi and I die, you will avenge us in the future.

Standing nearby, Xiao Zhengfeng and other members of the royal family also shouted, "Ancestor, don't worry about us. You and Mr. Zhang should leave first. As long as the Ancestor is here, the backbone of our royal family will remain."

Xiao Fenghua and the others also had tears in their eyes. They knew that if the patriarch and Zhang Yu escaped, they would surely die, but this was the only possible hope for revenge.

Jian Wuwei grew irritated by what he heard, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and a wicked plan welled up in his mind.

Zhang Yu and Xiao Xuanruo were determined to escape, and given their strange defenses and Xiao Xuanruo's desperate fight, it was truly unlikely that they could be stopped.

If these two are allowed to escape, there will be endless troubles in the future.

We must force them to fight to the death.

"So noisy!"

Jian Wuwei suddenly shouted, and the Autumn Water Sword in his hand shone brightly. He then unleashed a fierce and incomparable sword aura towards Li Danggang, Mo Di, and a group of wounded royal family members who were shouting.

"Shut up, all of you. I'll send you ants on your way first."

This sword strike, swift as lightning and with a wide range, was prepared to kill all the royal family members and Zhang Yu's men present in one fell swoop.

He had calculated correctly: Zhang Yu, though seemingly calm, was actually young, impetuous, and full of passion.

If one were to watch helplessly as "friends" and "allies" die because of him, one would inevitably be filled with righteous indignation and fight to the death.

As long as he dares to fight to the death and doesn't run away, the two grandmasters have plenty of time to slowly humiliate this toothless tiger.

"mean!"

"Be careful!"

Xiao Xuan's eyes were bloodshot with rage, but it was too late to help; he was being held tightly by Hui Chen.

Zhang Yu's pupils contracted sharply when he saw the terrifying sword energy slashing towards them.

He was too far away; even if his divine sense could discern the trajectory of the sword energy, his rudimentary movement techniques would make it extremely difficult for him to instantly bridge the distance and block it all.

Facing a master like Jian Wuwei, who has extensive combat experience, Zhang Yu, a combat novice, is truly powerless to do anything about it.

Li Danggang and the others looked even more desperate. How could they possibly withstand a Grandmaster's angry sword strike?

Xiao Zhengfeng and other members of the royal family fought back with all their might, but against the full power of a grandmaster's killing move, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree.

At this moment, they could only close their eyes silently and wait for death to arrive.

Seeing that Zhang Yu's men and the royal family members who were helping Zhang Yu were about to die, Zhang Heng revealed a gleeful smile.

Anyone who dares to oppose the Zhang family deserves to die.

As for Zhang Yu, now that his weakness has been exposed, he will be killed by the Grandmaster sooner or later.

Zhang Wanning was equally excited, as if she had already reached the pinnacle of victory.

Qin Zhen, on the other hand, wore a look of utter sorrow, feeling lost about the future.

Du Jun and Hu Qingxuan had special identities, so Jian Wuwei deliberately avoided them.

However, having lived in the State of Wei for a long time, the two had developed some affection for the royal family, and seeing that they were about to die an untimely death, they were filled with emotion.

At the critical moment, Zhang Yu pushed his spiritual power to its limit, and the various details and knowledge he had just analyzed and used to resolve Jian Wuchen's sword moves surged forth wildly.

The sword moves, analyzed and disassembled into their original actions, were reassembled and reformed under the influence of the power of the divine soul, forming new sword moves, which were then slowly imprinted deep within Zhang Yu's sea of ​​consciousness.

"A sword that can shatter mountains and rivers!"

Instinctively, Zhang Yu formed a sword with his fingers and, following the sword techniques in his mind, unleashed a powerful strike.