Zhao Yuanhong's over ten thousand Dao Intents swept forth, their power boundless. What he unleashed was a Daoist art of Light Dao Intent.
When this Light Dao Intent was born, it was like a rainbow, condensing countless threads of light. Each Dao Intent Inscription formed one thread, like a forest of guns and a rain of arrows, dazzling the eye. Its offensive momentum was incomparably fierce.
Of course, this did not mean Zhao Yuanhong possessed only one kind of Dao Intent, Light Dao Intent.
He possessed three Dao Intents.
Yang Chen identified them in an instant.
The three Dao Intents were Light Dao Intent, Ice Dao Intent, and Path of War Dao Intent!
Zhao Yuanhong primarily cultivated Light Dao Intent, while Ice Dao Intent and Path of War Dao Intent served as support.
Now that he launched his attack, its might was utterly savage. Even Yang Chen could clearly feel the pressure.
"This Zhao Yuanhong truly has some skill," Yang Chen muttered to himself.
It made sense. After all, he was an expert with over ten thousand Dao Intents and had spent some time in the Seven Swords Pavilion. This Daoist art was clearly extraordinary, far beyond the experts Yang Chen had faced before.
Yang Chen first revealed his own Dao Intent Inscriptions and clashed with Zhao Yuanhong's layers upon layers of light beams. He immediately felt the pressure and was being suppressed by Zhao Yuanhong.
Quite a few people sneered at the sight.
"Haha, I thought Yang Chen had some tricks up his sleeve. Who would have thought he'd be suppressed by Zhao Yuanhong right from the start?"
"Although Zhao Yuanhong used his full strength from the beginning, this Yang Chen is far too fragile, isn't he?"
"This kid made it all the way here and dared stand on