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

Chapter 47: Achieve a 100-win streak, unlocking the Hell Road.

Twenty games, thirty games, fifty games... In every game, he won with an absolute advantage.

His reputation spread rapidly throughout the Killing City, and some even began to compare him to the King of Slaughter.

Six hours have passed.

The Immortal has achieved a 90-game winning streak, and is only 10 games away from a 100-game winning streak!

The ground of the killing arena was covered in blood, and the thick smell of blood had even turned into mist.

The Soul Masters who were watching had lost their initial enthusiasm, and fear began to creep into their hearts.

"This person is truly a devil!"

"What a terrifying killing machine!"

"Luckily I didn't sign up!" one of the onlookers gloated.

However, the players on the field waited for ten minutes, but no team from the next match came in.

He then frowned slightly and looked up at the King of Slaughter sitting on the high platform.

The meaning couldn't be clearer.

The King of Slaughter nodded slightly and raised his hand to signal the servant beside him.

The attendant understood and went to find the arena manager.

The crowd on the field was still cheering, wondering which unlucky guy would be on the field next.

However, this time, law enforcement officers went up to the viewing platform and forcibly dragged away the Soul Masters who were watching to join the battle.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, but quickly understood what it meant!

Everyone panicked and scattered in all directions, fearing they would be caught and forced to participate in the challenge.

However, at that moment, the King of Slaughter appeared in the Slaughter Arena, glanced around, and gave a cold order.

"Anyone who leaves the arena shall die!"

The King of Slaughter's words were like a bolt from the blue, startling everyone!

Is the King of Slaughter sending them to their deaths?!

"No! Lord King of Slaughter! Please, spare our lives!!"

"Yes, yes! Lord King of Slaughter, spare my life!"

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A group of people cried and begged for mercy, but the King of Slaughter showed no mercy and just stared at them coldly.

Everyone here is cunning and ruthless, having fled from the pursuit of others to come here.

The King of Slaughter didn't want to waste any more time. With a wave of his hand, the person who was trying to escape was blown to pieces.

The Immortal and the King of Slaughter exchanged a glance, said nothing, and quietly waited for the contestants to enter.

The arena administrators, acting on the orders of the King of Slaughter, dragged the captured Soul Masters into the arena.

A massacre has begun!

In the first round, the Immortal of the Fallen wins!

In the second match, the Immortal of the Fallen won!

In the third match, the Immortal of the Fallen won!

In the fourth match, the Immortal of the Fallen won!

In the... round, the banished immortal wins!

……

In the tenth match, the Immortal of the Fallen won!

The immortal simply wiped the bloodstains off his clothes, the strong smell of blood stimulating everyone's brain.

He looked at the King of Slaughter, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Thank you!"

"How come you're not affected at all after killing so many people?"

The King of Slaughter looked at the celestial being with a face full of doubt, feeling that something was amiss.

Constant killing can easily drive a person into madness and violence, turning them into a lunatic who only knows how to kill!

But he saw no rage or madness in the eyes of the banished immortal.

He remained as elegant and refined as ever.

"Such bloodshed is not worth mentioning in my eyes."

"cut"

The King of Slaughter curled his lip; this guy had been here for so long and had killed thousands of people.

Oh right, the poison hasn't been completely neutralized yet.

"Hey, wait a minute!"

"What is it!"

The immortal turned around and looked at the King of Slaughter with a light smile.

"You've achieved a 100-win streak. I can open the Hell Road for you anytime. When will you cleanse the toxins from my body?"

The immortal gently tapped his palm with his jade flute, then smiled slightly.

"I almost forgot. Let's go to your palace."

The two left the arena and flew to the palace of the King of Slaughter.

The Palace of the King of Slaughter.

The two found a secret room, and the immortal stood behind him, a golden flame rising from his left hand.

A huge phantom of a true phoenix slowly rose up behind them, letting out a cry.

The True Phoenix, one of the Ten Fiends!

The powerful flames were about to burn and devour the surrounding space.

Upon seeing the phantom of the true phoenix, the King of Slaughter's eyes were filled with fear.

What exactly is this terrifying bird?

Something inside him was trembling violently.

"Buzz buzz buzz!"

Strange sounds came from within, and black smoke billowed from the King of Slaughter's pores. The black smoke condensed in mid-air and eventually transformed into a nine-headed bat.

With a wave of his right hand, the immortal celestial being summoned a phantom phoenix that rapidly approached, raising its head and letting out a roar that shook the surrounding area.

The nine-headed bat trembled, its eyes flashing. It glanced at the phantom of the true phoenix, then at the banished immortal. Its pupils contracted sharply, it let out a scream, and fled quickly.

"Trying to leave?!"

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A faint smile appeared on the lips of the immortal.

The phantom of the true phoenix flapped its wings, and its claws, wreathed in flames, seized the nine-headed bat.

He then swallowed it whole.

"Pfft~"

The nine-headed bat turned to ashes as soon as it entered its belly, leaving only a ball of pure energy.

The King of Slaughter's eyes turned black again, and there was no longer any desire to kill in them.

Just as the immortal was about to release his life force to heal him, the King of Slaughter waved his hand and looked at him with a happy expression.

"Thank you for your help, young friend. I will help you open the Road to Hell as soon as possible!"

"Then thank you very much, fellow Daoist."

Upon seeing this, the immortal nodded slightly and then left.

The King of Slaughter was in a good mood and planned to go with the banished immortal, and open the Hell Road along the way.

……

Subsequently, the King of Slaughter once again brought the Immortal to the Slaughter Arena.

The immortal glanced at the King of Slaughter beside him, as if to say, "The Road to Hell is here."

The King of Slaughter originally wanted to persuade the Immortal to stay and rule the Slaughter City with him, but after thinking about the other party's two divine inheritances, he gave up the idea.

With a helpless sigh, he spread his blood wings and flew towards the sky above the City of Slaughter.

Instantly, lava surged around the arena.

Apart from the King of Slaughter and the God of Slaughter, no one has ever seen the Hell Road open.

Everyone was cheering, wanting to be a witness to this.

However, they were unaware that they were merely sacrifices for the opening of the Hell Road.

The King of Slaughter spoke coldly.

"To become the sacrifice that opens the path to hell is their glory!"

As soon as he finished speaking, countless bats emerged from all around and attacked the humans on the viewing platform. The scene instantly descended into chaos, with everyone's cheers turning into screams as they frantically dodged the bat attacks.

The banished immortal remained quietly in place.

Water the arena with the blood of the Soul Masters of the Slaughter City and open the Road to Hell!

It was similar to the battle with the evil nest in his previous life.

only.

The battle at the Nest of Evil, a scheme orchestrated over generations, ended with a single flute melody that claimed the lives of two hundred thousand!

How could it be compared to the road to hell?!

Above the arena.

The King of Slaughter looked down at the screams of agony, his eyes showing no pity whatsoever.

Before long, all sounds ceased abruptly, turning into wisps of white smoke that merged into the statue beside them.

Suddenly, the statue's eyes emitted a blood-red light, and the King of Slaughter shouted, activating the arena platform's magic array.

The platform beneath their feet had transformed into a bottomless abyss.

The immortal frowned slightly, and the next second he was sucked into the vortex below.

In a daze, I heard the King of Slaughter's last words.

"Good luck on your road to hell!"

Then everything went black, and the world turned dark...

(End of this chapter)