The Sanskrit script rushed towards Lu Zhaozhao, like a cage, trying to engulf her.

Golden threads intertwined, binding the sword's blade, and then upwards, binding the hilt and the hand holding the sword.

Gradually, the whole body was enveloped, and all of this happened in a short time, yet it left one feeling bewildered.

Like a giant golden cocoon, Lu Zhaozhao was enveloped inside.

Cold sweat dripped from Nian Zhi's forehead, and her mouth was filled with the taste of blood, which she had just gotten from being knocked to the ground by Lu Zhaozhao.

This was her trump card. Yunxian had warned her that this was not a conventional technique; more accurately, it was a long-forgotten secret from the past, and it was best not to use it if possible.

But just a moment ago, her mind went blank.

The gap in cultivation and talent made her realize that without using anything outside the rules, she had no chance of winning.

At this moment, Lu Zhaozhao was trapped in the cocoon, waiting for it to devour her, but all eyes outside the stage were on her, as the silent cocoon enveloped her.

So what? Nian Zhi clenched her fists, stubbornly staring at whether there was a cocoon protruding on the surface, thinking that as long as she could win, what means wouldn't she use? Even someone as strong as Lu Zhaozhao was now trapped in the cocoon with nowhere to escape, only able to wait for death.

"Senior sister, admit defeat, or you'll just be dissolved inside until you die."

Nian Zhi's voice traveled through the silkworm cocoon to Lu Zhaozhao's ears.

The dense, airtight silk completely enveloped everything within sight. When Lu Zhaozhao's hand gently touched the silk, a stinging pain shot through her fingertips—the sensation of her skin cracking and her blood being sucked away.

So that's how it is; these silkworms suck human blood and flesh.

Lu Zhaozhao ignored Nian Zhi's words and continued to examine the cage on her own.

Silkworm silk is tough and difficult to break. After absorbing blood and flesh, it seems to be nourished, spreading and extending continuously, as if it has gained life.

The space was getting narrower and narrower, and the air was getting thinner and thinner. There was very little left after it was extracted, and the situation became complicated and critical.

This thing operates extremely fast; if we don't get out soon, we might really fall into its trap.

It seems that the only solution now is to fight fire with fire.

Since someone has broken the rules, it seems reasonable for another person to break the rules in the same game.

As the chanting began, it was clear that the chanting was from the same school as the Sanskrit chanting created by Nianzhi, yet it seemed to be somewhat different.

The sound came from the silkworm cocoon. Nian Zhi outside was stunned at first, and then her eyes widened in disbelief.

To her astonishment, a small hole appeared in the cocoon, and a strong golden light burst forth from it.

Immediately afterwards, one small hole after another appeared, and beams of golden light emerged one after another.

The tightly bound silk was opened one tear after another, and after what seemed like the umpteenth beam of light, it finally gave way and shattered completely.

Golden Sanskrit characters surrounded Lu Zhaozhao as she emerged from the cocoon, carrying a sword that also shone with golden light as she walked towards Nian Zhi.

Nian Zhi retreated step by step, looking at Lu Zhaozhao as if she had seen some kind of monstrous beast.

With nowhere to retreat, Nian Zhi bit her lower lip until it bled. Her hand holding the sword trembled slightly, but facing Lu Zhaozhao, she finally made up her mind.

After using the Formless Technique, her strength increased dramatically, even surpassing Lu Zhaozhao at one point. They might not be unable to fight each other.

Thinking of this, she regained some confidence, and her face relaxed considerably.

Looking at her expression, Lu Zhaozhao understood her thoughts and couldn't help but laugh out loud. How naive!

The next second, the spell of the Formless Technique appeared on Lu Zhaozhao, and at the same moment, her aura broke through the Nascent Soul stage and reached the Out-of-Body stage.

“You…” Nian Zhi opened her mouth wide, as if she had seen something absurd.

Yunxian frowned when the Sanskrit appeared, and immediately stood up when she saw the Formless Technique. She took two steps and then suddenly stopped, turning to look at Ying Che, whose face was pale.

“This is a forbidden technique, how could you know it, how dare you…” Nian Zhi murmured softly.

“This is not a forbidden technique, but a past event that has been deliberately hidden.” Lu Zhaozhao looked at Nian Zhi with pity in her eyes and said slowly, “You don’t need to know how I know it. You only need to know that we are from the same school. What we both know can only come from one person. Junior sister, thank you for giving me a legitimate reason to use all the moves.”

"I didn't!" Nian Zhi understood what she meant. She wanted to use it as an excuse for all the dubious moves, so she subconsciously retorted. But when she saw her half-smiling face, she immediately realized that this was not something she could just deny.

To outsiders, they were from the same school, and that was enough. She had dug a hole for herself.

The golden light of the adverse karma grew brighter and brighter, overshadowing the light of the chasing sun, and even continuously absorbing its light.

Anyone with eyes to see can see that the outcome of this match is already decided.

Qing Songzi's face turned ashen as he listened to the words of Master Bu Lu relayed by his disciple.

He gave instructions to several disciples around him, and the disciples, after receiving the orders, went to the sides of several elders and whispered something to each other.

After hearing this, the expressions of the elders were not good, and they all turned to Qingsongzi.

Qing Songzi nodded to them and they left the viewing platform together.

These individuals are all highly respected elders in the cultivation world, most of whom hold the position of sect leader in major sects and wield immense influence. Their departure at this moment inevitably draws attention from everyone.

While watching the match, Master Bai Yuan was patted on the shoulder from behind. Yue Cong conveyed Qing Songzi's words to him with a solemn expression: "The sect leader requests that Uncle-Master go to Grandmaster's place immediately, explain the reason, and say that Jin Chan has reappeared."

Bai Yuanshi knew that this matter was inextricably linked to the two Qing Huizong disciples on the stage, so he hurriedly pressed for details. Yue Cong simply made excuses and left in a hurry.

A thunderous sound came from behind him, but he didn't have time to look closely. The matter was urgent, and his current task was to find his master.

On stage, Lu Zhaozhao's "Rebellion" and Nian Zhi's "Chasing the Sun" clashed once again, but unlike the initial evenly matched contest, the gap between the two became increasingly apparent.

One sword gleams brightly, while the other gradually dims.

Golden-patterned shackles appeared continuously from all around, wrapping around Nian Zhi like silk, just as she had wrapped Lu Zhaozhao with golden threads earlier, imprisoning her firmly.

The difference is that gold thread wraps people into cocoons and takes their lives, while gold satin is soft yet strong. It looks light, but only the person in question knows how terrifying the binding force is.

Nian Zhi's face turned deathly pale as the golden sword drew ever closer. Beneath the golden light lay a chilling frost that sent shivers down one's spine.

Lu Zhaozhao walked over, picked up the fallen Zhuiyang, examined it from all sides for a moment, scoffed, and the next moment, Zhuiyang was stuck into the ground next to Nian Zhi like an arrow.

"Chasing the Sun and Returning to the Moon are two swords forged in the same furnace. Even if you didn't notice Yunxian's swordsmanship, you should have been able to guess from the name. Today, the sun is shining brightly, and it should have been your stage, but unfortunately, you chose a different path."

Lu Zhaozhao felt a little regretful. Nian Zhi was so tense that she didn't even notice when Nian Zhi called Yun Xian by his full name.

In the sunlight, a sword reflected the light, shining brilliantly.

"I've said it before, there can only be one winner. And that person can only be me."

The sword flashed, and the dust settled.