Douluo Continent: A Reincarnated Immortal, A Flute Melody Sends Off Heroes

Chapter 42 Conflict: Between You and Me, Is an Exchange Possible?

"Is the King of Slaughter finally going to make his move?" someone whispered a prayer, as if placing their last hope on the high and mighty king.

However, the immortal did not pause in the slightest. His figure, like a white streak of light, rapidly approached the dark castle.

On the castle's highest floor, the King of Slaughter still stood before that enormous window, his gaze coldly fixed on the figure of the banished immortal. His eyes held neither anger nor fear, only a faint air of solemnity.

"He's finally here..." the King of Slaughter murmured, his voice carrying a complex emotion.

Behind him, the maid in the black bodysuit stood respectfully, her face filled with awe and fear.

"Your Majesty, he... he really has come!" the maid said, her voice trembling with panic.

The King of Slaughter sneered, a cold glint flashing in his crimson eyes: "You've got guts, but too bad this is my home turf!"

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

The maid couldn't understand what she had done wrong until her death.

After dealing with the maid, the King of Slaughter vanished from the spot, leaving only a corpse behind.

Meanwhile, the immortal had already arrived at the castle gate.

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

The immortal stood before the gate, his gaze sweeping coldly over the iron door, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Fellow Daoist, I am a banished immortal. May I open the door and see you?" His voice was calm and indifferent, as if he were exchanging pleasantries with an old friend, rather than facing a king who controlled a city of slaughter.

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

The immortal's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile.

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

"Heavenly Horn Ant's Treasure Technique - Shattering Heaven and Earth!"

The appearance of the Heavenly Horned Ant, one of the Ten Fiends, immediately caused the surrounding space to fluctuate with a terrifying sense of oppression.

Then the immortal pointed out.

"go!"

"boom!"

With a loud crash, the iron gate shattered instantly under the impact of the horned ants, turning into countless fragments that scattered in all directions.

The castle exuded a murderous aura, like a scene from hell.

"Since you refuse to open the door, I'll have to come in myself."

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

"Hahaha... The White-Clad God of Slaughter, truly lives up to his name." The King of Slaughter's voice echoed through the castle, carrying a chilling killing intent.

The immortal looked toward the direction from which the sound came, a cold killing intent flashing in his eyes.

"Since you're here, show yourself," the immortal said in a low voice, his tone carrying an undeniable air of authority.

A moment later, the figure of the King of Slaughter slowly appeared deep within the castle.

He was tall and imposing, 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 they could see through everything in the world.

"What business do you have with me?" the King of Slaughter asked coldly.

The immortal gazed coldly at the King of Slaughter, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Fellow Daoist, are you aware of the Asura God's position?"

Sure enough, upon hearing the words of the immortal, the King of Slaughter couldn't help but tremble.

Seemingly due to a headache, he had to reach out and cover his head, muttering cold sounds incessantly.

"Human, who are you...? You who covet Asura, die!"

After saying that, a cold glint flashed in the eyes of the King of Slaughter. His figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, leaving only a dark red afterimage, and headed straight for the Immortal.

The two figures clashed rapidly within the castle, each collision triggering a terrifying energy surge that seemed poised to destroy the entire castle.

The Soul Masters outside the castle saw this scene from afar and all showed expressions of horror.

"The King of Slaughter... has finally made his move!" a Soul Master said, trembling, his eyes filled with fear.

"The White-Clad God of Slaughter... Can he really challenge the King of Slaughter?" another Soul Master murmured, his voice filled with disbelief.

However, no one could answer his question.

The battle inside the castle continued, with the immortal figure moving like a white lightning bolt, each move triggering a terrifying energy fluctuation.

The figure of the King of Slaughter was like a dark red ghost, each attack carrying endless killing intent.

The battle between the two seemed poised to destroy the entire Killing City, causing the Soul Masters outside the castle to scatter and flee in all directions, fearing they would be affected by the terrifying energy fluctuations.

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However, the immortal's gaze remained indifferent and composed, as if this battle was nothing more than a game to him.

"Hmph, fellow Daoist, this dispute is merely due to your mind being controlled by the toxins within your body."

"If I can cure you of the poison, you can answer my questions, how about it?"

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

However, these words caused the King of Slaughter to pause abruptly.

A flicker of confusion crossed the King of Slaughter's crimson eyes, as if something had touched him. His body trembled slightly, and he clutched his head with both hands, letting out a low growl.

"Poison...poison?" The King of Slaughter's voice carried a hint of pain and struggle, as if he was trying to suppress something.

The immortal figure remained standing in the same spot, dressed in white as snow, his gaze cold and composed. He gently raised the jade flute in his hand, placed it to his lips, and the leisurely flute music rang out once more.

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

As the flute music began, countless pink petals appeared out of thin air and slowly drifted toward the King of Slaughter.

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

The King of Slaughter's body gradually stopped trembling, and a glimmer of clarity flashed in his crimson eyes. He slowly raised his head, his gaze complex as he looked at the Immortal.

"Who...who exactly are you?" The King of Slaughter's voice carried a hint of weariness and confusion.

The immortal put away his jade flute, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"I've already said it, I am a banished immortal, just an unknown person," the banished immortal said in a low voice, with a faint smile in his voice.

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

"Why are you helping me?" the King of Slaughter asked coldly, his voice still carrying a hint of wariness.

The immortal gazed coldly at the King of Slaughter, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"We can make an exchange!"

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