Cultivation begins in Qingfeng Market.

The terrifying pressure of the fourth-tier magic weapon emanated, and the seawater, which had been suppressed into a mirror-like state by the Vast Ocean Stele, suddenly rippled in circles.

Meng Wuhen's smile instantly froze, revealing the aura of a fourth-tier magic weapon.

Among all the Core Formation cultivators in the Endless Demon Sea, no more than a handful can produce a fourth-tier magic weapon.

He didn't expect Lin Zhao to have it too.

The aura emanating from that sword was in no way weaker than that of the Vast Ocean Stele.

The auras of the two fourth-tier magic treasures collided in mid-air.

The pitch-black inscriptions on the Vast Ocean Stele writhed violently, and the starlight from the Starry Sky Rift Sword continuously overflowed.

The two forces forced a hole dozens of miles wide into the gray fog, and the fog at the edge of the hole was torn apart and could not close up for a long time.

The two were about to engage in battle.

Meng Wuhen stared at the sword, gritting his teeth as he said, "As expected, my premonition was right. You really deserve to die."

Lin Zhao did not reply.

Talking to this kind of person is a waste of time.

The runes on the Starry Sky Rift Sword lit up one by one, and blue starlight surged from them, merging with the silver-white sword energy.

Endless star power converged wildly, condensing into three star rays, each over ten feet long, in front of the sword. The star rays were calm on the outside, but countless sword energies surged within them.

Starburst.

Lin Zhao raised his longsword high and brought it down fiercely.

Three clusters of starlight, compressed to their limit, crashed down, trailing long silver-blue flames, toward Meng Wuhen.

Wherever the starlight passed, deep trenches were carved into the sea surface, and the seawater was completely evaporated.

Meng Wuhen indeed activated the Vast Ocean Stele.

The black stone tablet glowed with a ghostly blue light, and the sea below surged violently—countless seawater was drawn up by an invisible force, swirling upwards to form a whirlpool of water hundreds of feet high around the stone tablet.

The vortex spun at high speed, emitting a muffled thunderous roar. It was tens of feet thick, and the dark blue runes of the Vast Ocean Stele could be faintly seen flowing within it.

The starburst slammed into the vortex, and the exploding starlight and water waves shot out in all directions, creating countless white water columns on the sea surface.

The two forces remained locked in a stalemate for several breaths before the starburst was finally scattered by the vortex, turning into countless star points that drifted down from the sky.

Meng Wuhen laughed loudly, his laughter echoing from behind the water curtain: "With the Vast Ocean Stele in my hand, I am invincible on the sea!"

Lin Zhao was too lazy to waste words.

He directly used another great divine power of the Starry Sky Rift Sword—the Sky Rift Slash.

The runes on the sword lit up again, this time with a deeper, more profound light.

Around the blade, the power of stars and the power of space were simultaneously activated, and the surrounding space seemed to be torn apart by an invisible hand, revealing fine black cracks.

Lin Zhao slashed fiercely, and a hundred-foot-long sky-splitting slash flew out.

The strike did not create a sword aura, but a pitch-black spatial rift, filled with pure darkness, as if even light had been swallowed up.

Wherever the Sky-Splitting Slash passed, everything on the sea surface was silently severed, and even sound was swallowed up by the cracks.

Meng Wuhen was shocked: "Spatial power—!"

The Sky-Splitting Slash was unstoppable.

The swirling water waves were utterly ineffective against the spatial rift; layer after layer of water waves were easily cleaved through.

The Sky-Splitting Slash continued its relentless momentum, heading straight for Meng Wuhen at the center of the vortex.

Spatial power is an extremely rare supernatural ability, even among fourth-tier magic treasures.

Meng Wuhen dared not take the direct hit, so he placed the Han Hai Stele in front of him.

The Sky-Splitting Slash struck the Vast Ocean Monument, creating a deafening clang of metal against metal. The sound was so loud that even cultivators watching from dozens of miles away felt a stinging pain in their eardrums.

Meng Wuhen, along with the monument, was sent flying by the blow, tumbling through the air for dozens of miles before barely managing to regain his footing.

The residual sword energy from the Sky-Splitting Slash swept across the sea surface, instantly evaporating the seawater. The seabed reefs completely disappeared after the sword energy passed by, leaving not even a trace of dust.

If Meng Wuhen hadn't decisively used a fourth-tier magic weapon to block in front of him, this attack would have instantly killed him.

This is the terrifying power of space.

A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of Meng Wuhen's mouth; he had suffered a minor injury.

But the Vast Ocean Monument floated beside him, and the dark blue runes on the monument automatically absorbed the spiritual power of the seawater below. Streams of blue light flowed into his body along the runes on the monument.

His injuries are healing rapidly.

He raised his head, staring at Lin Zhao with a sinister look: "You little beast, I have the Vast Ocean Stele to draw upon the power of seawater to restore my mana. How much mana do you have to drive a fourth-tier magic weapon?"

Lin Zhao narrowed her eyes.

With the Nine Luminaries Thunder Pool at his disposal, he's not afraid of a real battle of attrition.

But Meng Wuhen is indeed a troublesome case—he has the fourth-tier magic treasure, the Vast Ocean Stele, and with the sea at his back, he is almost invincible.

The people fighting on the periphery had long since stopped, and everyone's attention was drawn to this clash of fourth-tier magic weapons.

No one expected that Lin Zhao would also have a fourth-tier magic weapon. Many Nascent Soul True Monarchs don't even have many fourth-tier magic weapons.

Old Han stared at the two figures facing each other in the distance and sighed, "As expected of a prodigy from a hegemonic power, they are rich and powerful, even possessing a fourth-tier magic weapon."

The people on the spirit boat nodded in agreement, and no one objected.

Gu Hongling stood at the bow of the ship, watching their battle intently.

A fighting spirit flashed in her eyes, an instinctive reaction to the strong, but it quickly dissipated.

Without a fourth-tier magic weapon, she was indeed no match for these two.

She withdrew her gaze and urged everyone to continue moving away from this place.

In the ensuing battles, she could barely defend herself.

The remaining thirty-odd Core Formation cultivators from Camp Two also gave chase to avoid the aftermath of the battle.

They were originally forcibly controlled by Meng Wuhen, and now that Meng Wuhen has no time to care about them, no one wants to stay here to fight against the aftermath of the battle.

Meng Wuhen no longer had time to care about these things.

Both he and Lin Zhao gave it their all.

Lin Zhao unleashed a series of small starbursts, the silver-blue starlight raining down like a meteor shower.

Meng Wuhen activated the Vast Ocean Stele, which enveloped the sea below, condensing into jets of dark blue water. The water jets were covered with black runes and rushed towards the starburst.

The starburst and the azure water gun collided in mid-air, each impact unleashing a massive shockwave of spiritual energy.

The nearby seas were turned upside down, and the spiritual energy within a radius of hundreds of miles was in complete chaos.

The onlookers were horrified. This level of attack was no longer a battle at the Core Formation stage; it had already touched the threshold of the Nascent Soul stage.

But Lin Zhao frowned slightly.

Logically speaking, the Starry Sky Rift Sword, being a fourth-tier sword-based magic weapon, should be stronger than the Vast Ocean Stele.

If we can shake the Vast Ocean Monument, lift it off the water, and cut off its ability to draw strength from the sea, we might be able to kill Meng Wuhen.

However, the Starry Sky Rift Sword had previously lost 30% of its source energy due to teleportation, which weakened its magic weapon power by several degrees.

That's why we're at a stalemate now.

Meng Wuhen, however, astutely seized this opportunity of stalemate.

He took out a jade talisman from his storage bag. This was a life-saving measure given to him by a Nascent Soul cultivator, and one of the few trump cards that Camp Two had up its sleeve.

Unfortunately, this was the only method left to escape the ghost fog.

He crushed the jade talisman, and countless runes poured out, forming a jade ring that flew towards Lin Zhao.

The jade ring flew to Lin Zhao's vicinity and suddenly dispersed, with countless runes unfolding in the air, transforming into a ring-shaped rune trapping array.

The rune array was covered with cyan runes, each one slowly rotating and interlocking to form an impenetrable net.

Once the trapping formation was complete, Lin Zhao, along with his sword, was completely confined within a space of ten miles.