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

Chapter 41: White-robed God of Death, January Massacre
For a month, the Killing City was shrouded in blood, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and broken corpses and charred marks from burning were everywhere on the streets.

The once bustling city now resembled a silent cemetery, with only the sound of the wind and occasional screams breaking the silence.

The figure of the exiled immortal was like a white devil, shuttling through every corner of the City of Slaughter.

His white clothes looked particularly dazzling against the blood-red background, like a white lotus blooming in a sea of ​​blood, pure and cold.

His steps were light and leisurely, as if he was strolling in his own back garden, rather than in this city full of killing and death.

Every time the jade flute sounded, an area would fall into deathly silence, and the soul masters' lives would quietly disappear in the sound of the flute, without even a chance to resist.

"It's him again! That crazy man in white!" A soul master hid in a dark corner, trembling and whispering, his eyes full of fear.

"Run away! Don't let him find you!" Another soul master lowered his voice and pulled his companion to escape.

However, their actions had already been noticed by the exiled immortal.

The exiled immortal's gaze swept across the dark corner lightly, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a cold smile.

"Now that you're here, let's stay."

He gently lifted the jade flute and placed it to his lips, and the leisurely flute sound rang out again.

The two soul masters' bodies suddenly froze, their eyes became empty, and then they fell limply to the ground, no longer alive.

The exiled immortal did not stop and continued to move forward.

His target has never been these ant-like soul masters, but the almighty King of Killing and the Shura God Position hidden deep in the City of Killing.

Using the killing energy to attract the Shura God...

What he didn't expect was that after slaughtering nearly 10,000 people in this month, he still didn't see the shadow of the King of Killing.

But he was not in a hurry, and took this opportunity to practice my killing skills.

Those soul masters who managed to survive would flee in fear when they saw his figure from afar, fearing that they would become his next target.

"The White-Clothed Killer God...he's coming!" A soul master shouted tremblingly, with endless fear in his voice.

"Run! Don't let him catch up!" Another soul master ran madly, as if there was an evil ghost chasing him.

"If you can really escape from my sight, I will let you live."

Hearing this, everyone ran even harder.

The figure of the exiled immortal continued to move slowly on the street, and every step seemed to step on the hearts of the soul masters, making them feel suffocated.

His white clothes fluttered gently in the wind, and every step he took would take the lives of several people.

The soul masters in the City of Slaughter have become extremely desperate. During this period, even many members of the law enforcement team have died at the hands of this man.

They don't understand why the King of Killing doesn't appear to save them!

They originally thought that the rules of the City of Slaughter were enough to restrain anyone, and even the most powerful soul masters would not be able to use their soul skills here.

However, the banished White-robed God of Death completely broke this rule.

When his jade flute sounded, countless soul masters didn't even have a chance to resist before the strange petals took their lives.

What’s even more terrifying is his True Phoenix Flame.

The blazing flames seemed to be able to burn everything, whether it was the soul masters' bodies or their souls, all turned to ashes in the flames.

Every time the flames swept through, an area would be completely purified, leaving not even a trace of filth.

"He's playing with us!" "King of Killing, please save us!"

"The King of Slaughter..."

……

At the highest point of the City of Slaughter, the pitch-black castle still stands tall.

The King of Slaughter stood on the highest floor of the castle, gazing at everything below with cold eyes.

There was no anger or fear in his eyes, only a hint of solemnity.

"A month..." The King of Slaughter murmured in a low voice, with a hint of complicated emotions in his voice, "This guy didn't use soul skills, but an alternative ability..."

Behind him, the maid in black tights stood respectfully, her face full of awe and fear.

"King, are we really not going to take any action?" the maid asked in a low voice, with a hint of trembling in her voice.

The King of Slaughter sneered, a cold glint flashing in his scarlet eyes: "Action? All of my law enforcement teams are almost wiped out! What else can we do? A rash move will only put us in greater danger."

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

The King of Killing looked out the window again, a complicated look flashing in his eyes.

"White-robed God of Killing...what exactly do you want?" The King of Killing whispered to himself, with a hint of imperceptible fear in his voice.

At the same time, the exiled immortal had already walked to the central square of the City of Slaughter.

There originally stood a huge statue in the square, symbolizing the majesty and power of the City of Killing.

However, at this moment, the statue had already been burned beyond recognition by the True Phoenix Flame, leaving only some broken fragments scattered on the ground.

The exiled immortal stood in the center of the square, looking around with a cold gaze.

He knew that his killing had caused panic in the entire Killing City.

Those soul masters who were originally arrogant and domineering had already hidden themselves at this moment, fearing that they would become his next target.

However, the exiled immortal didn't care.

His target has never been these ant-like soul masters, but the almighty King of Killing and the Shura God Position hidden deep in the City of Killing.

"The King of Killing, such a domineering name, aren't you going to show up yet?" The exiled immortal murmured in a low voice, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile.

His gaze turned to the dark castle in the distance, and a cold murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"Since fellow Daoist is unwilling to show up, I have no choice but to visit him in person."

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure of the exiled immortal suddenly disappeared from the spot, leaving only a blood-red petal that slowly dissipated into the air.

……

The exiled immortal's figure flashed like a flash of white lightning, instantly crossing several streets and heading straight for the pitch-black castle. His steps were light and calm, as if each step was treading on the void. His white clothes rustled in the wind, and the bloodstains on the corners of his clothes were particularly glaring in the sunlight.

The soul masters of the Slaughter City saw his figure from afar and fled in terror, as if they had seen the arrival of the god of death. However, the Exiled Immortal's eyes were always fixed on the castle, and he paid no attention to these ant-like soul masters.

"He... he is going to the castle of the King of Killing!" said a soul master tremblingly, his eyes full of fear.

"Is he going to challenge the King of Slaughter?" another soul master murmured in a low voice with a hint of disbelief in his voice.

"The King of Killing... is he finally going to take action?" Someone prayed in a low voice, as if placing their last hope on the almighty king.

(End of this chapter)