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

Chapter 44: Thirty-six Consecutive Victories in the Killing Arena
"Too slow." The exiled immortal whispered, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his fingertips lightly, and an invisible immortal energy instantly hit the soul master who was rushing in the front.

"boom!"

The soul master's body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the ground. Blood spurted out of his mouth and he was unable to stand up again.

Seeing this, the other soul masters all showed expressions of horror.

They had never seen such terrifying strength, as if the exiled immortal did not belong to this world at all.

"This... what kind of strength is this? It's so terrifying!" A soul master exclaimed in a low voice, with a hint of fear in his voice.

The Exiled Immortal suddenly stopped, staring coldly at the remaining eight soul masters. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a faint smile: "Have you had enough fun? It's my turn now."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, and the next moment, he appeared behind a soul master. The soul master didn't even have time to react before he felt a terrifying force attacking from behind.

"boom!"

The soul master's body was blown away like a cannonball, and hit the edge of the ring heavily. Blood spurted out of his mouth and he could no longer stand up.

Seeing this, the remaining seven spirit masters all revealed expressions of despair. They knew that they were no match for the Exiled Immortal and that continuing to fight would only lead to death.

"We... admit defeat!" a soul master said tremblingly, with a hint of pleading in his voice.

The exiled immortal glanced at the seven soul masters indifferently, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a faint smile.

"Give up? Fellow Daoist, do you still remember the Killing Arena? There is only life and death, no giving up."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared again.

The next moment, a shrill scream was heard from the ring.

After just one minute, the exiled immortal was the only one left standing on the ring.

His white clothes were still spotless, as if the battle just now was just a leisurely stroll.

The soul masters in the audience were all shocked when they saw this scene.

"This is too fast! Nine people couldn't even hold on for three minutes!"

"Is this... is this the power of the White-Clothed Killer God?" A soul master murmured in a low voice, with a hint of disbelief in his voice.

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

Although his voice was not loud, it echoed in the arena like thunder.

All the soul masters lowered their heads, not daring to look him in the eye.

The King of Slaughter on the high platform watched all this coldly, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"Perhaps... he is more suitable for the position of Shura God!" The King of Killing murmured in a low voice, with a hint of indescribable emotion in his voice.

……

Half an hour later, the arena manager rushed over.

"Mr. Flute God, the arena is now full and the competition can begin again soon!"

"kindness."

The exiled immortal responded indifferently.

The administrator didn't say much and returned.

A minute later, all the challengers came to the arena one after another.

Everyone's face was dark, and there was no fighting spirit in their eyes. They were forced up by the King of Slaughter. They did not dare to disobey the order, but they also knew that they would definitely die this time.

The exiled immortal stood in the center of the ring, glancing indifferently at the new batch of challengers who stepped onto the stage.

His figure was still tall and straight, his white clothes as white as snow, but at this moment, the pure ethereal aura that originally surrounded him was gradually replaced by a scarlet murderous aura.

The red aura spread like a blood mist, bringing with it a heart-pounding sense of oppression, as if even the air had become heavy.

"Let's begin." The exiled immortal's voice was cold and calm, as if announcing an ending that had already been predetermined.

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, he appeared in front of a challenger. The challenger's pupils suddenly shrank, and before he could react, he felt a terrifying force hit his chest.

"boom!"

The challenger's body was thrown out like a rag and hit the edge of the ring heavily. Blood spurted out of his mouth and his breath instantly weakened.

The other challengers paled even more upon seeing this. They knew they were no match for the Exiled Immortal, but the Slaughter King's orders prevented them from retreating.

They could only bite the bullet and try to join forces to fight against this god of death.

However, the speed and strength of the exiled immortal had already exceeded their imagination. His figure shuttled across the ring like a ghost, and every time he attacked, a challenger felled.

The scarlet murderous aura became increasingly intense, as if it was about to engulf the entire arena.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The continuous sound of collisions echoed in the ring, and each sound was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of the people in the audience. They watched helplessly as the challengers fell one after another, but they were powerless to do anything.

Just one minute later, the exiled immortal was the only one left standing on the ring again.

His white clothes were still spotless, but the scarlet murderous aura made him look like a Shura walking out of hell.

There was dead silence in the audience, and everyone was shocked by the horrifying scene.

This person is really scary...

Is he the devil?
……

An hour later.

There was no one left in the audience seats, and the arena manager walked tremblingly up to the exiled immortal.

He spoke in a low voice.

"Mr. Di Shen, there are no more challengers in the Killing Arena...or rather, there isn't a single soul master capable of participating..."

In this hour, the exiled immortal has completed thirty-five consecutive victories.

Including the first game I played, I now have 36 consecutive wins.

It looks like we have to wait a few days before we can continue the challenge.

The exiled immortal hummed coldly and walked down the stage, heading towards the residence.

The arena manager couldn't help but feel ecstatic when he saw that the God of Killing had finally left.

He was afraid that the devil would go crazy and kill people in the next second and drag him up to join the crowd.

……

After returning to the residence.

The exiled immortal gently opened the door and walked slowly to the training room.

Then he sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and the scenes in the killing arena just now emerged in his mind.

The desperate eyes of those soul masters as they fell, and the scene of the scarlet murderous aura filling the arena, were like scrolls slowly unfolding in his mind.

"The way of killing..." The exiled immortal murmured in a low voice, his voice as light as the night wind and inaudible.

His thoughts gradually immersed in it, as if he had entered a mysterious realm.

The lives, strength, fear and despair of the soul masters he defeated seemed to have transformed into an invisible energy that lingered around him.

A bloody world gradually emerged in his consciousness. It was a realm full of killing and destruction, like the chaos when the world was first created, and like the extinction at the end of all things.

It was a pure killing intent, as if it was the most primitive and essential power in the world.

"The way of killing is not for killing, but for destruction and rebirth..." The consciousness of the exiled immortal wandered in the bloody world, as if searching for some supreme truth.

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