Indeed, nine thousand inscriptions of dao intent were not a small number, but they were by no means many either. They lay within the range these new disciples could endure.
Although Zhang Hai did not possess nine thousand inscriptions of dao intent, having only over eight thousand, defeating Li Qiming should not have been a problem.
But just as everyone thought this, a cruel scene soon unfolded.
Zhang Hai unleashed the Daoist art he took such pride in. Strings of sparks burst forth, transforming into firebirds that shot straight at Li Qiming from different directions.
This technique was infused with Dao Intent inscriptions, and every strike was astonishingly powerful.
As for Li Qiming, he did not even use a Daoist art. He simply charged through with an overwhelming stance, wielding only his Dao Intent inscriptions.
Everyone believed this was a sure victory for Zhang Hai.
After all, no matter how formidable Li Qiming was, without relying on a Daoist art, it should have been impossible for him to defeat Zhang Hai using Dao Intent inscriptions alone.
Yet before three breaths had passed—
The collision erupted, and Zhang Hai had even revealed a smile of victory.
But in the next instant, explosive pain suddenly tore through Zhang Hai's body. His bones crackled and ground against one another, and with a miserable cry, he was sent flying backward.
It was obvious that Li Qiming had shown mercy. Otherwise, Zhang Hai's condition would have been far more miserable than it was now.
"Humph! You dared resist me? If the sect did not expressly forbid going too far, you brat would be unable to move for at least half a year!" Li Qiming roared.
Fear now showed plainly on Zhang Hai's face. As he screamed, none of his earlier bearing or courage remained.
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