The Black Tiger was feeling pretty pleased with himself. He figured once the other party's sword failed to break his Black Armor with a single strike, he'd make this human understand just how great a being the Black Rock Mountain Lord was, how dare he ignore his face.
But everything ended the moment that thought had just risen in his mind.
The Black Tiger's final trump card did block seventy, eighty percent of the Sword Qi, but as the Immortal Slaying Sword chopped down, that layer of Black Armor only made Li Feng feel his wrist stall for a heartbeat, and then the Immortal Slaying Sword was like a red‑hot iron bar sinking into an iceberg, directly burning and melting that armor away.
Once the Black Armor's protection was gone, the Immortal Slaying Sword directly severed the Black Tiger's huge head. With a thunk, his head rolled to the ground like a leather ball.
