“How many people have you killed to accumulate such murderous intent?”

Xu Taiping had always thought that the killing intent emanating from Old Master Fan Qi was already terrifying enough. But compared to Zhou Kui’s, it was like a child’s play.

He merely took a deep look at Zhou Kui without retorting or responding.

“Hoo…”

Under the oppressive force of Zhou Kui’s fist intent and momentum, Xu Taiping slowly exhaled, adjusting his breath.

With the protective barrier of the altar, he wanted to optimize his state as much as possible.

After all, opportunities like this were rare. Given his current cultivation level, it was almost impossible to spar with a demonic lord under such conditions.

Once his breath fully adapted to the state of the Angry Lion, Xu Taiping took a step forward.

In an instant, a fist momentum driven by Mortal Bones’ fist intent exploded from around him with a “boom.”

The ripples of his breath spread out like water waves.

Although Xu Taiping’s fist momentum, driven by Mortal Bones’ fist intent, was much weaker than Zhou Kui’s murderous intent-driven momentum, it was like a small firefly in the dark night—weak but impossible to ignore.

Above the blood pool, many demonic cultivators turned their heads.

The same went for the heavens and the earth.

As this weak fist momentum emerged from Xu Taiping, the momentum of the heavens and the earth within a thirty-meter radius around him suddenly gathered behind him.

Compared to the forcibly stirred momentum of the heavens and the earth by Zhou Kui, the momentum behind Xu Taiping seemed to stand with him voluntarily.

His fist intent wasn’t strong, but it was resilient.

His fist momentum wasn’t vast, but it was solid.

“Boom!”

Zhou Kui seemed to sense some threat from Xu Taiping. His eyes filled with intense killing intent, and he let out a cold snort, throwing a punch without hesitation.

At the same time, Xu Taiping swung his fist—

The Thunder Strike of the Green Bull Saint Fist.

At the moment of impact, it seemed as if four more arms appeared behind him.

Six arms, six fist shadows, like drumsticks pounding the sky, simultaneously struck towards Zhou Kui’s fist.

“Bang!”

At the collision of the fist shadows, the altar trembled violently.

Xu Taiping was shaken and staggered back.

This was expected, and no one was surprised.

What truly shocked many demonic cultivators was that Zhou Kui not only staggered back but his fist momentum also shattered.

Although Xu Taiping was certainly more disheveled than Zhou Kui, and Zhou Kui’s punch was still separated by the altar’s barrier, the demonic cultivators couldn’t accept it.

The fist momentum of Demonic Lord Zhou Kui was actually broken by an unknown minor cultivator.

To them, it was simply unbelievable.

Zhou Kui was equally incredulous.

Soon, his demonic instincts told him—the boy below must not live!

Immediately, he no longer held back, fully mobilizing the demonic energy within him, gathering his fist intent and momentum, and threw another punch at Xu Taiping below.

“Boom!”

With a thunderous noise, Zhou Kui’s fist shadow, like a small mountain, heavily struck the altar’s barrier.

Although it couldn’t break the ancient barrier, the hidden force in his punch, wrapped in immense fist intent and momentum, penetrated the barrier, striking towards Xu Taiping.

“Bang, bang, bang!”

At this moment, Xu Taiping once again used the Thunder Strike of the Green Bull Saint Fist. Six arms pounded together, transforming into countless fist shadows, colliding with Zhou Kui’s fist shadow.

“Bang!”

With another loud collision, Xu Taiping’s body was sent flying by a tremendous rebound force, crashing heavily into the stone pillar behind the altar.

“Ptui!”

Xu Taiping spat out the blood in his mouth.

Then he wiped his mouth, looked up at Zhou Kui, and smiled:

“Demonic Lord, it seems that killing more people doesn’t necessarily make your fist intent stronger.”

Although Xu Taiping was in a sorry state, during the clash of fists, his fist intent dispersed but did not collapse, successfully resisting the demonic force’s invasion.

“Zhou Kui, what are you doing? Quickly finish off this boy and shatter that jade disk!”

“Don’t let the people from the Nine Mansions teleport here!”

At this moment, two demonic lords who were resisting Amon’s sword energy suddenly warned Zhou Kui.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Kui’s already ugly expression turned even more sinister.

He let out a cold snort, then took a deep breath.

In an instant, his clothes were torn apart, revealing skin covered in purple-gold scales, and his hands transformed into dragon claws.

“I have no patience to play with you anymore. Die!”

With a roar, Zhou Kui clenched his fist, rapidly gathering the momentum of the entire heavens and the earth into his fist, and then punched down towards Xu Taiping.

The altar’s barrier would automatically retract if no one was inside.

So as long as he killed Xu Taiping, he could take the jade disk and interrupt the teleportation between the upper and lower layers of the Immortal Gourd Cave.

“Zheng!”

But at this moment, a sword cry suddenly rang out.

Then, a wave of sword energy surged out from the blockade of the demonic cultivators, crashing towards Zhou Kui with a sound like breaking through the air.

“Bang!”

Zhou Kui’s fist momentum was directly dispersed by this wave of sword energy.

At the same time, Amon’s voice echoed above the blood pool:

“Young one from the Qingxuan Sect, I, Amon, gift you a sword. Do you dare to give him a punch?”

Upon hearing this, Xu Taiping was momentarily stunned, then nodded forcefully:

“With Senior Amon’s gift of a sword, how could I not dare?”

He knew that Amon was giving him a chance to escape.

As soon as he finished speaking, Amon let out a hearty laugh, and another wave of sword energy surged out from the blockade of the demonic cultivators.

Although Zhou Kui was already preparing to dodge, he was still hit by the sword energy, losing control of his body and falling towards the stone bridge.

“Swish!”

Almost at the moment Zhou Kui’s falling position was confirmed, Xu Taiping dashed out of the altar’s barrier without hesitation, leaving a trail of afterimages on the stone bridge, and appeared in front of Zhou Kui in the blink of an eye.

“Boom!”

With a violent surge of breath from Xu Taiping, his fist struck towards Demonic Lord Zhou Kui.

It was still the Thunder Strike.

But this time, the Thunder Strike was no longer just an empty gesture; it integrated fist intent, momentum, and force into the punch.