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

Chapter 40: True Phoenix Flame Purifies Everything

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.

The man's movements suddenly stopped at the sound of the flute. His eyes became empty, and the big knife in his hand stopped in mid-air. His whole body was trapped by the gathered petals.

"This... what is this? How could you use a soul skill!" The man's voice trembled slightly. He felt as if his soul was being torn apart by a powerful force, causing him unbearable pain.

The exiled immortal did not answer, but continued to play the jade flute.

The dense petals scratched every inch of the man's skin.

The man's face turned pale in an instant, his body began to tremble uncontrollably, and the big knife in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang".

"No... Impossible!" The man uttered a few words with difficulty, and then his eyes became completely empty, his body fell limply to the ground, no longer alive.

Seeing this, the other women in the hall screamed in terror. They huddled in the corner, their eyes filled with fear and despair.

There was no trace of mercy in the exiled immortal's eyes.

Since these people have chosen to enter the City of Slaughter, they must be responsible for their actions.

It is better to die than to become a plaything of others.

The exiled immortal put away the jade flute, slowly raised his left hand, and a small true phoenix appeared out of thin air.

The little True Phoenix was burning with blazing flames all over its body, and its wings spread out, as if it wanted to burn the entire world to ashes.

The flame of the True Phoenix is ​​not an ordinary flame, but contains the power to purify all filth.

The women in the hall felt the scorching heat, and fear flashed in their eyes. They wanted to escape, but found that their bodies had been bound by an invisible force, unable to move.

"Go." The exiled immortal murmured in a low voice, with a hint of indifference in his voice.

The phantom of the True Phoenix suddenly flapped its wings, and blazing flames instantly swept across the entire hall.

Wherever the flames passed, all filth was burned away. The figures of the women gradually dissipated in the flames, leaving not even a trace of ash.

The flames did not stop, but continued to spread in all directions, soon covering the entire mansion.

The decorations, furniture, and walls in the mansion were all reduced to nothingness in the flames.

The flames even penetrated the walls and spread outward, enveloping the entire mansion.

The soul masters on the street saw this scene and showed horror. They had never seen such a terrifying flame, as if it could burn even the soul.

"What...what is that?" a soul master said tremblingly, his eyes full of fear.

"Why is there fire? Aren't we prohibited from using spirit skills?"

"Could it be that the King of Slaughter has taken action?"

"Run, don't get hit by this flame!" another soul master shouted and turned around to run.

Upon seeing this, the other soul masters also fled in all directions, fearing that they would be affected by the flames.

The exiled immortal stood in the center of the flames, watching with a grim gaze as everything around him was burned to ashes.

His figure seemed particularly lonely and arrogant in the flames, like a killing god from hell, ruthlessly purifying all the filth in the world.

After a while, the flames gradually died down, and only an empty shell of the entire mansion remained, without even a trace of filth left inside.

The exiled immortal took back the True Phoenix and walked into the room. ...

At the highest point of the City of Slaughter, a pitch-black castle stands tall, like a sleeping beast, overlooking the entire city.

On the highest floor of the castle, in front of a huge window, the King of Slaughter stood quietly, his eyes deep and cold, staring at the mansion in the distance that was burned to ashes by the True Phoenix flames.

He was tall and majestic, wearing a dark red robe embroidered with a ferocious nine-headed bat pattern.

His face was hidden in the shadows, with only a pair of scarlet eyes flashing with a cold light, as if he could see through everything in the world.

"Flute God..." The King of Slaughter murmured in a low voice, with a hint of amusement and solemnity in his voice.

Behind him, a maid in a black tights stood respectfully. Upon hearing the voice of the King of Slaughter, she couldn't help but whisper, "King, this person's origins are unknown, and his strength is unfathomable. Do we need to send someone to test him?"

The Slaughter King did not answer immediately, but continued to stare at the embers of the fire in the distance.

After a moment, he slowly spoke, his voice low and cold: "No need. This person can use soul skills in the Killing City and even summon fire. It is obvious that he is not an ordinary person. Acting rashly will only cause unnecessary trouble."

Upon hearing this, the maid's face showed a hint of surprise: "King, are you saying... this person has transcended the rules of the Slaughter City?"

The Slaughter King sneered, a cold glint flashing in his scarlet eyes. "Rules? Rules are always made by the strong. Since this person can ignore the restrictions of the Slaughter City, it means that his strength has reached a level that we cannot imagine. Such a person must either be used by me, or... completely destroyed."

The maid lowered her head and dared not say anything more.

The King of Slaughter turned around, slowly walked to a huge throne and sat down.

His fingers tapped lightly on the armrests of the throne, making a dull sound, as if he was thinking about something.

"Pass the order down, don't conflict with this person for the time being. I want to see how big a storm he can stir up in this city of slaughter." The King of Slaughter said coldly.

The maid nodded quickly: "Yes, my king, I will arrange it right away."

The King of Slaughter waved his hand, signaling the maid to leave.

After the maid left, he looked out the window again, with a complicated look in his eyes.

"Flute God... who are you? Why are you here?" The King of Slaughter whispered to himself, with a barely perceptible hint of fear in his voice.

At the same time, the exiled immortal had already walked into the mansion that had been purified by the True Phoenix Flame.

The mansion was empty, with charred marks from the flames still remaining on the walls.

The exiled immortal familiarized himself with the mansion for a moment.

Then he walked straight to the main hall of the mansion.

He knew that his every move in this city of killing had already attracted the attention of countless people.

Especially the high and mighty King of Killing, he must have been aware of his presence.

However, the exiled immortal didn't care.

His target is clear - Shura God.

He really wanted to see where the so-called Shura God was...

"The King of Slaughter seems to know..." The Exiled Immortal murmured in a low voice, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile, "Then let me see if I can kill enough ants in this Slaughter City!"

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