The ancestors on the high platform already regarded Zhenru as the weaker one, and unconsciously worried about her.

Other cultivators with lower cultivation levels who were watching the battle might not be able to see all the details, but they could still sense the power of Liu Yunzhao's move based on their own cultivation, and they all held their breath.

Only Zhenru himself seemed completely unaware of the threat, calmly raising his hand to create a thin curtain of fire.

"Foolish~"

Liu Yunzhao's lips curled slightly, and the word "foolish" was uttered almost as a soft, lingering sigh, but her hands moved with unwavering precision.

The instant the curtain of fire spread out, Liu Yunzhao opened his hands and clenched them. The countless fine needles disappeared into thin air just before they touched the curtain of fire, and then condensed into a long, thin giant needle at a speed that no one could imagine, precisely piercing the top of Zhenru's head.

So what if you have a divine body?

This is not the Celestial Realm, but the Realm of the Sun.

No matter how powerful the immortal energy is, it is still only a thin and faint wisp. No matter how weak the spiritual power is, even if it is condensed at a concentration of millions of times, it may still be able to break through that tiny wisp.

The saying "two fists can't beat four hands" might not be inapplicable here.

Sure enough, with a "crack" sound, the spiritual needle, which had gathered thousands of times the power, only paused slightly outside the fire curtain before successfully breaking through the barrier and piercing Zhenru's unprotected head.

Liu Yunzhao narrowed his eyes slightly, listening to the chorus of exclamations from the spectator stands. While waiting for success, he did not relax his hands and began to form the hand seals for the next round.

In fact, Liu Yunzhao's idea was not wrong. As long as the spiritual power is condensed enough, it is only a matter of time before the immortal power that cannot be regenerated is shattered.

However, she overlooked one point—the space of Zhenru can transform spiritual energy into immortal energy.

Of course, this is not Liu Yunzhao's fault, because this is simply too unbelievable, and no one could have imagined it.

So when the others exclaimed in surprise, the people on the cloud platform also sighed with regret for Zhenru.

"Such a promising talent, let's see how things go later, whether we can keep him or not...wait?"

On the cloud platform, an old ancestor who couldn't bear it was about to intervene to save Zhenru, but before he could finish speaking, the battle situation on the square changed.

Everyone clearly witnessed that Liu Yunzhao's spiritual energy needle, which he was constantly increasing, had broken through Zhenru's protection. In just a short while, the spiritual energy needle that could easily crush a head disappeared into thin air.

No, it can't be said that it disappeared out of thin air.

If you use your divine sense to look, you can find the location where the spiritual energy needles were previously, and some of the remaining spiritual energy is spreading out in all directions after being dispersed.

Above Zhenru's head, where the spiritual needle had been aimed and inserted, was now covered by a small, golden-red flame emitting a white glow.

At this moment, not only did the entire battle square fall silent, but the spectators both above and below also fell silent, staring blankly at the scene that had changed without them even realizing it.

"puff--"

Perhaps because the arena was too quiet, Liu Yunzhao's coughing up blood sounded particularly clear, pulling everyone's still-dazed thoughts back to the battlefield of the duel.

Liu Yunzhao refused to admit defeat.

Although she didn't understand what method Zhenru had used, she firmly believed that the immortal energy in the other party's body was limited. It could withstand it once, but it might not be able to withstand it two or three times.

With the amount of spiritual energy stored in his body, Liu Yunzhao did not feel that a single miscalculation meant defeat.

It wasn't that Liu Yunzhao was blindly confident, but rather that after she fused with the power of the remnant soul, she learned the origin of that remnant soul and the source of the immortal energy on Zhenru's body.

Yes, Liu Yunzhao merged with that remnant soul.

Last time in Red Moon City, that remnant soul took advantage of Zhenru's attack on Liu Yunzhao, attempting to seize Liu Yunzhao's body while she was vulnerable.

Perhaps it was because Liu Yunzhao was hiding his true strength, or perhaps it was because too much time had passed and the remnant soul had been greatly depleted, but Liu Yunzhao ultimately won the battle of possession.

After merging with the power of the remnant soul, Liu Yunzhao did not experience a direct increase in cultivation level, but the benefits were far greater than a direct increase in cultivation level.

Not only did it resolve all the aftereffects and hidden injuries left after Liu Yunzhao changed her spiritual root, it also elevated her meridians and physical body to a higher level.

Most importantly, it is the memory of that wisp of remnant soul.

However, that remnant soul was too cunning. With its last bit of strength, it sealed off its memories, which prevented Liu Yunzhao from completely absorbing the remnant soul's consciousness in order to preserve those memories.

Thus, the current situation arose within Liu Yunzhao's body.

The remnant soul, with its memories and knowledge, "hijacked" Liu Yunzhao, giving Liu Yunzhao power that made the remnant soul unable to control her body and defy her will.

Of course, fusing with remnant souls is not all good.

That was Liu Yunzhao's temperament, which had also changed greatly due to the influence of the remnant soul's power, which was why Zhenru couldn't judge it at first.

Liu Yunzhao, who spat out a mouthful of blood, didn't even wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth before he readjusted himself and launched the next round of attacks.

Those who thought Liu Yunzhao had already lost showed surprise again, while anticipation also surged in their hearts.

We eagerly await the news that, under even stronger attacks, Zhenru may be able to launch another successful counterattack.

Looking at the raging waves coming from all directions, even those not directly involved in the battle could feel the oppressive and suffocating atmosphere.

Such oppression and suffocation are not unfamiliar to Zhenru.

I had already witnessed it when I was besieged by the Qiu family's Nascent Soul cultivators last time.

The difference this time is that the power comes from the Golden Core cultivator himself, rather than from the enhancement of the formation by the five Nascent Soul True Monarchs.

In terms of sheer power, the Nascent Soul True Monarch is naturally stronger, but that is ultimately an external force, and it is not as easy to control as Liu Yunzhao's at this moment.

Liu Yunzhao, who is born with a water elemental root, has water that comes alive in her hands, able to exert its maximum and optimal power according to her master's wishes.

Seeing the surging, similar yet different forces, Zhenru waved his hand, using spiritual energy to protect his flesh and blood, and then flipped his wrist to grasp the Heavenly Fire Fusang Bow in his hand.

Although the Heavenly Fire Fusang Bow is Zhenru's natal magic weapon, she does not use it frequently.

Normally, they either don't need it, or the Purple Spirit Bow can already meet most combat needs. In reality, not many people have seen the Heavenly Fire Fusang Bow, and even fewer who can truly appreciate its value.

In such a grand setting as the Cultivation Grand Competition, Zhenru's Heavenly Fire Fusang Bow immediately attracted the attention of many powerful figures upon its appearance.

"This bow is extraordinary!"

Someone exclaimed in surprise.

None of the powerful figures echoed their sentiments, but the solemnity hidden in their eyes spoke volumes: this bow was far more than just ordinary.

Those powerful ancestors who had lived long enough all felt that the longbow in Zhenru's hand looked vaguely familiar, but the aura emanating from it was so unfamiliar that they couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

When the arrow, as if striking the heavens, pierced straight through Liu Yunzhao's full-force attack, the fleeting divine light on the longbow startled all the patriarchs, causing them to leap from their seats.

"That is—"