Immortal Slaying Sword Formation

Western Continent.

Mount Sumeru.

Luohu looked at the Western Continent, where baleful energy soared into the heavens, delight spreading across his face as his mouth split into a grin.

"Good, good, good! This is exactly it! Kill them well!"

Watching the boundless baleful energy gather toward Mount Sumeru, Luohu's smile bloomed even wider.

The only thing Luohu found deeply regrettable was that the White Tiger Clan had turned out to be so useless!

Moreover, Luohu had never expected the White Emperor to fall so easily, unable to even hold out until Luohu arrived to save him!

That was right. Luohu truly had intended to save the White Emperor, because only if the White Emperor remained alive could the war between the White Tiger Clan and the Phoenix Clan last longer. That would mean more slaughter, lasting longer.

Yet by the time Luohu arrived, the battle had already ended. And Yuanfeng and Shi Qilin? Damn it, they did not even have a single injury. They were practically still at their peak!

Luohu was left speechless. Was the White Tiger Clan's patriarch really that useless?

Even if Yuanfeng and Shi Qilin, two late-stage Grand Unity Golden Immortals, had joined forces, he should not have fallen so easily, right?

And neither of them was even injured!

What was going on with him?

Was his late-stage Grand Unity Golden Immortal cultivation really that watered down?

Anyone unaware of the truth might have thought he comprehended and bore not the Gold Dao, but the Water Dao!

So watered down!

Luohu believed he had rushed here from Mount Sumeru quickly enough. Even if Yuanfeng and Shi Qilin joined forces, the White Emperor should have been able to hold on until he arrived.

Yet when he got there, he had not expected the battle to already be