"How many people had to die for that much killing intent?"
Xu Taiping had always thought that old Master Fan Qi's killing intent was astonishing enough, but he had never expected it to be a minor sorcerer before a great one compared with Zhou Kui's.
Still, he merely gave Zhou Kui a long look, neither arguing nor responding.
"Whew..."
Under the pressure of Zhou Kui's fist intent and fist force overhead, Xu Taiping slowly exhaled and adjusted his breathing.
With the sacrificial platform's barrier protecting him, he wanted to bring himself into the best condition possible.
After all, this opportunity was rare. With his current cultivation realm, a fist trial against a Demon Venerable under such conditions was almost impossible.
After fully adapting his breathing to this body in the raging lion state.
Xu Taiping lifted his foot and took a step forward.
In an instant, a fist force stirred by mortal bone fist intent spread from his body with a boom.
The fluctuations of his aura rippled outward like waves across water.
Although the fist force Xu Taiping stirred with his mortal bone fist intent was much weaker than the fist force Zhou Kui had transformed from killing intent.
This fist force was like a speck of firefly light in the pitch-black night sky: small though it was, it could not be ignored.
Above the Blood River, many demon cultivators turned to look.
Nor did these heavens ignore it.
As this faint fist force arose from Xu Taiping, all the heavens' force within thirty zhang suddenly gathered behind him.
Compared with the heavens' force Zhou Kui had forcibly churned into motion.
The heavens' force behind Xu Taiping seemed more as though it had taken its place behind him of its own accord.
His fist intent was not strong, but