"Father, Mother, Uncle, Aunt... I will avenge you."
In a cave five hundred miles away.
Mist rose from the Black Tiger's body as it transformed into a man in black clothing.
He gnashed his teeth, resentful qi towards heaven.
Recalling how his father was killed, and how his mother and uncles were slain while trying to intercept that human sword cultivator, the anger in his heart reached its peak. After the anger, a fervent killing intent arose.
Without his father to hold the fort, White Tiger Mountain couldn't be preserved.
Old enemies would pounce, dividing everything in his home.
As for him, he would become the target of certain Demon Kings, hunted down to eliminate future threats.
After he was killed by certain Demon Kings, those Demon Kings would pin the blame on some human cultivators, absolving themselves.
