Douluo: Reincarnation of the Exiled Immortal, a Flute Tune to Send Heroes Away

Chapter 39: The City of Slaughter Shows Its Power, the Flute God
The sound of the banished immortal's flute contains powerful spiritual power, which can easily disturb the minds of others and even directly destroy their souls.

Those soul masters who were originally hostile to the exiled immortals now covered their ears with painful expressions on their faces.

Their eyes gradually became empty, as if they had lost their souls.

The exiled immortal continued to play quietly, his eyes cold and deep.

He continued to move forward without any pause.

Every step, every sound of the flute.

The maid followed the exiled immortal, a hint of shock flashing in her eyes.

"Who on earth is this person?"

She had never seen anyone so calm and composed in the City of Slaughter, who could even kill dozens of soul masters around him with just a flute tune.

"Sir...what are you doing..." the maid couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

The exiled immortal smiled lightly and did not answer, but continued to walk and play the jade flute.

The sound of the flute became more and more urgent, sweeping across the entire street like a violent storm.

Those soul masters finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground, groaning in pain.

Then one by one they lost their lives.

The exiled immortal stopped, put away his jade flute, and glanced around with a cold gaze.

"Take me to the Hell Arena," he said calmly. He had already learned about the Slaughter City's situation from the three Education Committee members before arriving.

The maid nodded quickly, a hint of awe in her tone: "Yes, sir, please follow me."

She did not dare to delay at all and immediately took the exiled immortal towards the Hell Arena.

There was not even time to explain some of the rules for beginners.

Along the way, the sound of the banished immortal's flute still echoed in the air, as if announcing his arrival.

Those soul masters who were originally ready to make a move now retreated and did not dare to get even a step closer to the exiled immortal.

"This killer is finally gone."

"Phew, luckily I was far away and only vomited three mouthfuls of blood."

"Lung fog, I just vomited twice."

"You tm..."

……

Soon, the exiled immortal arrived at the entrance of the Hell Arena.

The Hell Arena is the core of the Killing City. Only by achieving one hundred consecutive victories here can you qualify to enter the Hell Road.

The Road to Hell is the only way to leave the City of Slaughter.

The exiled immortal stood at the entrance of the arena, looking at the huge stone gate calmly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, full of interest.

"A hundred consecutive victories? Perfect, let me see the strong men in this Slaughter City."

He stepped into the arena, and what greeted him was endless killing and challenges.

Inside the arena, ten contestants were already in place. The Exiled Immortal stood in a corner, his gaze calmly scanning the other nine.

The nine people obviously noticed the exiled immortal, and a trace of fear flashed in their eyes.

After all, the newcomer's record of killing dozens of people with a single flute tune has spread throughout the City of Slaughter, and no one dares to underestimate him.

The moment the battle began, the exiled immortal moved.

His speed was astonishing, and he arrived in front of a contestant in the blink of an eye. Before the man could react, the exiled immortal smashed his head with a palm.

Blood splattered everywhere, but the exiled immortal's face remained unmoved, as if he had only done something insignificant. Seeing this, the other contestants roared and rushed towards the exiled immortal. However, in the exiled immortal's eyes, their movements were as slow as a snail.

"too weak."

The exiled immortal muttered softly, his figure moving through the crowd like a ghost. Every time he attacked, someone fell.

In just a few minutes, the exiled immortal was the only one left standing in the arena.

There was silence in the audience.

Everyone was shocked by the strength of the Exiled Immortal. They had never seen such a horrific slaughter, as if the Exiled Immortal was not a human at all, but a killing god from hell!
……

After leaving the Hell Arena, the Exiled Immortal walked straight towards the inner city of the City of Slaughter.

The maid just now has left. After all, the exiled immortal violated the novice rules and his novice protection period was cancelled.

However, his pace remained calm, and the killing environment here seemed to have no effect on him.

The soul masters on the street all avoided it, their eyes full of awe and fear, no longer showing their previous greed and debauchery.

The reputation of the Flute God has spread throughout the City of Slaughter, and no one dares to provoke this God of Death who can take someone's life with just one flute tune.

He then came to a quieter street in the inner city, his eyes swept over the surrounding buildings, and finally stopped in front of a mansion that looked quite luxurious.

The owner of the mansion obviously has certain power in the Killing City. There are two guards standing at the door with stern expressions.

The exiled immortal said nothing more and walked straight towards the gate.

Seeing this, the two guards immediately stepped forward to stop them, but before they could say anything, the sound of the banished immortal's flute was already heard.

The sound of the flute was low and melodious, as if carrying endless murderous intent.

The eyes of the two guards became empty in an instant, and then they fell to the ground, lifeless.

The moment the exiled immortal pushed open the door and stepped into the mansion, the scene before him made him frown slightly.

In the center of the hall, a burly man was pressing on a woman. Several disheveled women were scattered around. Their faces were full of fear and despair, and they uttered weak pleas for mercy.

The air was filled with a disgusting smell, a mixture of blood and desire.

The man heard the noise at the door, raised his head suddenly, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.

However, when he saw the appearance of the person who came, the anger on his face froze instantly.

The man in white clothes, holding a jade flute, was none other than the "Flute God" who had just become famous in the Hell Arena.

Although the man was skeptical about the rumors about the banished immortal, he did not dare to provoke him easily.

He quickly climbed up from the woman, forcing a flattering smile onto his face, his tone tinged with flattery, "Sir, I'm sorry I failed to welcome you. These women...if you're interested, feel free to pick a few to play with. It's my little gift to you."

As he spoke, he reached out and nudged a woman beside him, motioning her to come forward and serve the exiled immortal.

The woman was trembling all over, her eyes full of fear, but she didn't dare to resist. She could only lower her head and slowly walk towards the exiled immortal.

The exiled immortal's gaze was cold and deep. He swept across the woman and then looked at the man, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes. He spoke calmly, his voice as flat as frost: "Mundane things do not interest me."

The man instantly became enraged, the flattering expression on his face vanishing, replaced by a ferocious murderous intent. He suddenly raised the broadsword in his hand, the blade flashing coldly in the dim light, pointing directly at the exiled immortal.

"Fuck you, pretty boy, you're so shameless! Since you're looking for death, I'll grant your wish!"

The man roared, picked up the big knife beside him, and suddenly jumped up. The big knife brought a sharp gust of wind and chopped towards the exiled immortal.

The exiled immortal stood there with a calm look, as if the attack before him was nothing but child's play.

He gently raised the jade flute in his hand, placed it to his lips, and the sound of the flute rang out leisurely.

Countless pink petals gathered behind him, instantly sweeping across the entire hall.

(End of this chapter)