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

Chapter 43: Only Huang and a few others in this world are worthy of being called my brothers

After he finished speaking, a ray of golden flame suddenly rose from the fingertips of the exiled immortal's left hand.

At the same time, a phoenix cry sounded from within, and a small true phoenix flew out, circling around the exiled immortal.

"go."

The exiled immortal said lightly, and then pointed with one finger.

The golden little True Phoenix floated slowly in the air, as if it had a spirit, and flew straight towards the King of Killing.

A trace of vigilance flashed in the eyes of the King of Killing, but soon he felt the pure power contained in the flame, and his body relaxed involuntarily.

The True Phoenix landed lightly on the chest of the King of Slaughter and instantly merged into his body.

The King of Slaughter's body shook violently, and a trace of pain flashed in his scarlet eyes, but soon, the pain was replaced by an unprecedented sense of relief.

The poison in his body that had troubled him for years melted quickly under the burning of the True Phoenix Flame, like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun, but it did not disappear completely.

The King of Slaughter's complexion gradually returned to normal, and the scarlet color in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a clear mind.

"This... this is..." The King of Slaughter looked down at his hands, with a hint of disbelief in his voice.

The Exiled Immortal put away the Little True Phoenix and said calmly, "The poison has been removed by more than half. Are you satisfied, fellow Daoist?"

After the Little True Phoenix left the body of the King of Slaughter, the King of Slaughter's sense of comfort disappeared.

The King of Slaughter was silent for a moment, then slowly raised his head and looked at the Exiled Immortal with a complicated gaze. The coldness and murderous intent in his eyes were no longer there, replaced by a deep sense of gratitude and awe.

"Complete a hundred consecutive victories and pass the Hell Road, and you will be able to obtain the God of Killing Domain left by the Asura God. You can go and give it a try."

The King of Killing still did not reveal the existence of the Shura Sword, as he had some selfish motives.

The exiled immortal's pupils lit up with a deep light. He naturally saw that the King of Slaughter still had some reservations about him.

But isn’t it the same for me?
"In this case, I would like to trouble you to help me."

"Well, from now on you are my brother. A hundred consecutive victories will be easy for you. As for whether those ants are willing to fight or not, that is not up to them."

"Thank you very much. Before I leave, I will remove the remaining toxins from your body."

After saying that, the exiled immortal turned and left. After taking a few steps, he looked back at the King of Slaughter.

I sneered inwardly.

"Brother? Are you worthy? In this world, only Huang and the others dare to call me brothers."

……

After the exiled immortal left the castle, his steps were still calm and graceful, and it was obvious that he was not injured.

The soul masters on the road were shocked when they saw him walk out of the Castle of the King of Slaughter unharmed.

They whispered to each other, their eyes filled with awe and fear.

"He... he actually walked out of the Castle of the King of Slaughter! And he was unharmed!" A soul master said tremblingly, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Could it be that even the King of Slaughter can't do anything to him? Just how powerful is this White-Clothed God of Killing?" Another soul master murmured in a low voice, with a hint of fear in his voice.

"He's heading towards... the Killing Arena?"

"Hurry up, there's another good show to watch."

……

The exiled immortal turned a deaf ear to these discussions, and glanced coldly at the soul masters around him. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a faint smile.

There was a hint of sarcasm in that smile, as if mocking the ignorance and weakness of these people.

“He who doesn’t know is fearless.”

The exiled immortal sneered in his heart, but his steps did not stop, and he walked straight towards the killing arena.

The Slaughter Arena is the heart of the Slaughter City and the stage for all soul masters to prove their strength. Here, only killing and victory can lead to survival, while the losers will only die.

As the exiled immortal stepped into the gate of the arena, he instantly attracted countless eyes.

The arena manager immediately ran over and greeted him with a smile.

"Mr. Di Shen, you've arrived just in time. We're still short of one person for this registration."

The exiled immortal nodded upon hearing this, looking towards the black castle in the distance, and staring into the eyes of the King of Slaughter from afar.

Their eyes met in the air. Although they were far apart, they both read a deep meaning in each other's eyes.

There was a hint of complicated emotions in the eyes of the King of Slaughter, while the gaze of the Exiled Immortal was cold and calm, as if everything was under his control.

This guy is quite efficient...

"Now that everyone is here, let's get started." The exiled immortal said lightly, his voice calm but with unquestionable majesty.

The arena manager nodded and bowed respectfully, saying, "Yes, Mr. Flute God, please follow me."

The exiled immortal followed the administrator to the center of the arena. The surrounding soul masters made way for him, their eyes filled with awe and fear.

Although they didn't know the true strength of the Exiled Immortal, the fact that he walked out of the Castle of the King of Slaughter unscathed was enough to make them feel afraid.

In the center of the arena is a huge circular ring, covered with mottled bloodstains, as if telling the cruel history of countless life-and-death battles.

The audience seats around the arena were filled with soul masters, their eyes filled with excitement and anticipation, as if they couldn't wait to see a bloody massacre.

"kill!"

"Oh ho ho ho! Kill them!"

"This time we have the Flute God! I can finally see this white-robed killer god up close, hahaha!"

……

The exiled immortal stood on the stage, his eyes coldly sweeping over the audience around him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile.

There was a hint of sarcasm in that smile.

You won’t be able to laugh anymore.

At this moment, nine soul masters slowly walked out from the other side of the arena.

They exuded a powerful aura and were obviously the top powerhouses in the City of Slaughter.

However, when they saw the exiled immortal, a trace of fear involuntarily flashed in their eyes.

"The White-Clothed Killer God...it's actually him!" A soul master exclaimed in a low voice, with a hint of trembling in his voice.

"Do we... really have to fight him?" Another soul master murmured in a low voice, with a hint of despair in his voice.

"What fucking bad luck!"

The exiled immortal's eyes swept over the nine soul masters indifferently, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a faint smile: "You all, come together."

His voice was calm and indifferent, as if he was stating something very ordinary.

However, these words made the faces of the nine soul masters turn pale in an instant.

"Arrogant!" A soul master roared, trying to cover up his inner fear with anger.

He suddenly swung the weapon in his hand and rushed towards the exiled immortal.

Seeing this, the other soul masters gritted their teeth and followed suit, trying to use their numerical advantage to suppress the exiled immortal.

However, the exiled immortal's figure was like a ghost, and with a light flash, he avoided all attacks. His movements were graceful and calm, as if he was dancing.

(End of this chapter)