The Western Continent.
Mount Sumeru.
Rahula looked at the Western Continent, its baleful aura surging into the heavens, with delight written across his face and a broad grin spreading across his lips.
"Good, good, good! That's it! What splendid slaughter!"
Watching the boundless baleful aura gather toward Mount Sumeru, Rahula's smile blossomed all the more.
The only thing Rahula found terribly regrettable was that the White Tiger Clan had turned out to be so useless!
Moreover, Rahula truly had not expected the White Emperor to fall so easily. He had not even held out long enough for Rahula to rescue him!
Indeed, Rahula had genuinely wanted to save the White Emperor. Only while the White Emperor remained alive could the war between the White Tiger Clan and the Phoenix Clan drag on, producing more slaughter for longer.
But by the time Rahula arrived, the battle was already over. As for Yuanfeng and Primordial Qilin, damn it, neither had so much as a scratch! They were still at their absolute peak!
This left Rahula speechless. Seriously, were you really that useless as the White Tiger Clan's patriarch?
Even with two Late-Stage Grand Luo Golden Immortals like Yuanfeng and Primordial Qilin joining forces, you shouldn't have fallen so easily, should you?
And neither of them was even injured!
What was wrong with you?
Was your Late-Stage Grand Luo Golden Immortal cultivation really that watered-down?
Anyone who didn't know better would have thought the Dao you comprehended and bore wasn't the Gold Great Dao, but the Water Great Dao!
That was how watered-down you were!
Rahula thought he had already rushed over from Mount Sumeru very quickly. Even with Yuanfeng and Primordial Qilin joining forces, the White Emperor should have been able to hold out until his arrival.
Yet when he arrived, everything