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

Chapter 42 Conflict, between you and me, can be exchanged
"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.

However, the exiled immortal did not stop at all. His figure was like a stream of white light, rapidly approaching the dark castle.

On the highest floor of the castle, the King of Slaughter still stood before the huge window, gazing coldly at the figure of the Exiled Immortal. There was neither anger nor fear in his eyes, only a hint of solemnity.

"He's finally here..." The King of Slaughter murmured in a low voice, with a hint of complicated emotions in his voice.

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

"King, he... he really came!" the maid said tremblingly, with a hint of panic in her voice.

The King of Slaughter sneered, a cold light flashing in his scarlet eyes: "You are quite courageous, but unfortunately this is my home turf!"

"Also, remember to talk less in your next life!" The King of Killing's eyes turned cold, and he instantly crushed the head of the maid beside him.

The maidservant could not figure out what she had done wrong until her death.
After dealing with the maid, the King of Killing suddenly disappeared from the spot, leaving only a corpse.

At the same time, the exiled immortal had arrived at the castle gate.

The huge black iron door was tightly closed, with a ferocious nine-headed bat pattern carved on it.

The exiled immortal stood in front of the door, looking at the iron door with cold eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile.

"Fellow Daoist, I am a banished immortal. Could you please open the door and see me?" His voice was calm and indifferent, as if he was greeting an old friend rather than facing a king who controlled the City of Slaughter.

The voice echoed in front of the empty castle, but received no response.

The corners of the exiled immortal's mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile.

He gently raised his right hand, and a mysterious rune suddenly condensed into a phantom.

"Sky Horn Ant Magic—Breaking the Universe with Power!"

As soon as the Sky-Horned Ant, one of the Ten Evils, appeared, the terrifying sense of oppression immediately caused fluctuations in the surrounding space.

Then the exiled immortal pointed it out.

"go with!"

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the iron gate instantly shattered under the impact of the sky-horned ants, turning into countless fragments that flew everywhere.

The murderous atmosphere in the castle was overwhelming, like hell.

"Since fellow Daoist won't open the door, I'll have no choice but to come in myself."

As soon as he finished speaking, a low laugh came from the depths of the castle.

"Hahaha... The White-Clothed God of Killing is indeed worthy of his reputation." The voice of the King of Killing echoed in the castle, carrying a hint of cold murderous intent.

The exiled immortal looked in the direction where the voice came from, and a cold murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"Since you are here, then show yourself." The exiled immortal said in a low voice, with a hint of unquestionable majesty in his voice.

A moment later, the figure of the King of Slaughter slowly appeared in the depths of the castle.

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.

"What do you want from me?" the King of Slaughter asked coldly.

The exiled immortal stared at the King of Slaughter with cold eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile.

"Do you know the position of Shura God?"

As expected, the Slaughter King couldn't help but tremble as soon as the Exiled Immortal spoke. He seemed to have a headache, so he had to put his hand over his head, muttering coldly.

"Human, who are you... Those who covet Shura will die!"

After saying this, a cold light flashed in the eyes of the King of Slaughter, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, leaving only a dark red afterimage, and went straight to the Exiled Immortal.

The two figures quickly intertwined in the castle, and every collision would trigger a terrifying energy wave, as if to destroy the entire castle.

The soul masters outside the castle saw this scene from afar and showed expressions of horror.

"The King of Killing... finally took action!" said a soul master tremblingly, his eyes full of fear.

"The White-Clothed God of Killing... Can he really challenge the King of Killing?" Another soul master murmured in a low voice, with a hint of disbelief in his voice.

However, no one could answer his question.

The battle in the castle is still going on. The figure of the exiled immortal is like a white lightning, and every attack will trigger a terrifying energy fluctuation.

The figure of the King of Killing was like a dark red ghost, and every attack was filled with endless murderous intent.

The battle between the two seemed to destroy the entire Killing City. The soul masters outside the castle fled in all directions, fearing that they would be affected by the terrifying energy fluctuations.

However, the exiled immortal's eyes remained cold and calm, as if this battle was just his game.

"Hmph, fellow Daoist, this dispute is simply due to the toxins in your body controlling your mind."

"How about I help you clear up your poison and you help me clear up my confusion?"

The exiled immortal's voice was calm and indifferent, as if he was stating something very ordinary.

However, these words made the King of Killing suddenly stop moving.

A trace of confusion flashed across the Slaughter King's scarlet eyes, as if something had touched him. His body trembled slightly, and he covered his head with his hands, letting out a low roar.

"Poison...poison?" There was a hint of pain and struggle in the King of Killing's voice, as if he was trying to suppress something.

The exiled immortal stood there, his white clothes as white as snow, his eyes cold and calm. He gently raised the jade flute in his hand, placed it to his lips, and the leisurely flute sounded again.

This time, the sound of the flute was no longer filled with murderous intent, but carried a tranquil and peaceful power, as if it could wash away all filth and pain.

As the flute sounded, countless pink petals appeared out of thin air and slowly floated towards the King of Slaughter.

The petals fell gently on his body, as if to dispel the toxins in his body.

The Slaughter King's body gradually stopped trembling, and a glimmer of clarity flashed in his scarlet eyes. He slowly raised his head and looked at the Exiled Immortal with a complicated look.

"You... who are you?" There was a hint of fatigue and confusion in the King of Killing's voice.

The exiled immortal put away the jade flute, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile.

"I've said it before, I'm a banished immortal, just an unknown person." The banished immortal said in a low voice with a hint of smile in his voice.

A complex emotion flashed in the eyes of the King of Killing. He slowly stood up and looked directly at the Exiled Immortal.

"Why are you helping me?" the King of Killing asked coldly, still with a hint of vigilance in his voice.

The exiled immortal stared at the King of Slaughter with cold eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile.

"You and I can exchange!"

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