Zhang Yu's mind was completely clear; all his 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?!"
"Are you scared out of your wits?"
"Touching a Grandmaster's deadly sword with a single finger?"
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 a pointless move.
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 Breaks Mountains and Rivers.
How is that possible?
This Sword Breaks Mountains and Rivers was his most treasured Supreme Lore, which he had studied for decades and was confident he had reached a state of perfection with the slightest flaws.
Even Grandmaster of the same level would find it extremely difficult to catch such a fast Sword Force.
How could Zhang Yu, a mere junior in the Xiantian, possibly see through it at a glance?
And how could it be so precisely aimed at that one and only, fleeting point?
Is it a coincidence?
Absolutely impossible!
Under Jian Wuwei's incredulous gaze, Zhang Yu's seemingly light finger touched the earth-shattering Autumn Water Sword.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor was there the imagined finger being shredded by Sword Qi.
Pop!
A faint, almost negligible cracking sound, like a bubble bursting.
Immediately afterwards, that terrifying Sword Intent, which seemed capable of severing everything, disintegrated and crumbled inch by inch, starting from the point where it touched Zhang Yu's fingertips, in a way that defied common sense.
Sizzle--!
The violent Sword Qi went out of control, shooting wildly in all directions, cutting the already chaotic Heavenly Prison floor and walls even more into pieces, filling the air with Smoke and Dust.
Zhang Yu, on the other hand, only experienced a slight numbness in his fingers. The remaining sharp Sword Qi had cut a small gash in the skin of his fingertips, from which a drop of bright red blood seeped out, but he was otherwise unharmed.
He truly broke the Grandmaster swordsman's ultimate sword strike with just one finger!
"No... impossible!!"
Jian Wuwei shock, his voice filled with disbelief, anger, and a hint of fear that he himself was unaware of.
His strongest attack was countered 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 methods, and poured out all the exquisite sword techniques and killing moves he had learned in his life like a storm.
In an instant, Sword Qi surged within the Heavenly 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 Grandmaster swordsman.
He didn't believe that someone with Xiantian could truly see through all his sword moves.
However, this storm of swords was enough to overwhelm and exhaust any expert at the Innate Realm or even the ordinary Grandmaster Realm.
Zhang Yu, however, was more composed than before, even... nonchalant.
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 Qi, he simply and effortlessly flicked his wrist against the fierce sword light that was sweeping in 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 one after another, 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-Ray 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 Qi, his hair flying in the air.
His eyes were as deep as an ancient well, as if the terrifying rain of swords before him, capable of destroying the entire Heavenly Prison several times over, was merely a nuisance to mosquitoes in the summer, which he casually swatted away.
Under the influence of Soul Power, mortal Martial Dao 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 Supreme Lore, proved as fragile as a child's toy before Zhang Yu's seemingly ordinary finger, utterly vulnerable.
Every time he drew his sword, his opponent precisely struck his "fatal weakness." The feeling of having his 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 Grandmaster, what 'Autumn Water Without a Trace' —all became a joke in the face of the opponent's all-seeing gaze and that eerie 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 Huichen, who had been locked in fierce combat, had stopped fighting at some point.
The two Grandmasters were equally shocked by this mind-blowing scene, instinctively stopping their attacks and 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.
This is hardly the Innate Realm!
This clearly indicates that they have mastered some Supreme Secret Method 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, even... a hint of horror.
He has practiced Buddhism for many years, and his State of 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 True Qi 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 truly be the reincarnation of some High Antiquity Great Being Reincarnation?
Or did he receive some kind of Immortal- defying immortal inheritance?
As for the others, such as Zhang Heng, Qin Xuehua, Xiao Zhengfeng, the four nobles, and even Hu Qingxuan had been "eating melons" in the corner.
At this moment, they were all as if Movement Method in place, dumbfounded, standing there, seemingly forgetting even 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, refuted, and annihilated all the attacks from a renowned and infamous Grandmaster had been famous for decades.
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.
This is insane!
This world must be insane!
Xiantian to crush Grandmaster?
And to crush them in such a toy-like manner?
This is no longer a battle between opponents of higher levels; this completely overturns the common sense of Martial Dao!
Are we dreaming, or is everything before our eyes 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 truly understood her son.
Xiao Zhengfeng and other members of the Imperial 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.