"But so what? I am Black Heart Tiger!"
Facing the seven-colored pillar of light crashing down with world-destroying force, Black Heart Tiger's eyes erupted with an almost crazed obsession and resolve after his initial shock.
It was not merely the ferocity of facing a powerful foe. Deeper down lay an unshakable obsession belonging to a father.
"Xiao Hu has received an immortal opportunity. All he lacks is time. I must buy more time for him!"
He had slaughtered countless people, committed endless atrocities, and schemed to rule the world. Yet in the deepest, softest, and most untouchable corner of his heart, there had always been room only for his son, Hei Xiaohu.
Supreme ruler of the martial world? The Demon Sect's legacy? Before his identity as a father, all of it seemed insignificant.
Xiao Hu's unexpected acquisition of that mysterious "immortal opportunity" was Black Heart Tiger's greatest hope. He would never allow anyone or anything to destroy Xiao Hu's destiny.
If he died here, Xiao Hu's path to immortality might face unforeseen complications. If he lost, the Seven Swords' next target would surely be Xiao Hu!
Thinking of his son's radiant future, a fleeting tenderness and hope utterly at odds with a demon lord's identity appeared in Black Heart Tiger's bloodshot eyes.
For Xiao Hu's sake, he could not fall here. At the very least, he could not fall so quickly, so meaninglessly.
He had to buy Xiao Hu enough time!
"Roar!"
Black Heart Tiger threw back his head and roared. Veins bulged beneath the skin all over his body, turning an ominous purple-black. His originally imposing frame even seemed to hunch slightly, but the murderous aura erupting from him grew incomparably dense.
Thick black murderous energy, dense enough to seem tangible, gathered madly before him as if alive. It