Qian Daoliu, Get Out Here!

"A bunch of disgraceful fools!"

Seahorse Douluo did not take these ordinary soul masters seriously at all.

The next moment, Soul Power abruptly erupted from around him, and a deep-blue Seahorse Martial Soul materialized out of thin air.

Immediately afterward, nine spirit rings circled his body like dazzling gemstones—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black!

The nine spirit rings were distinctly colored, while the last five pitch-black Ten Thousand Year Spirit Rings radiated a terrifying pressure.

Powerful Soul Power fluctuations swept outward like a tidal wave, instantly crushing the surrounding soul masters until they could barely breathe.

"A Titled Douluo? And he's causing trouble in Spirit City? The heavens are about to change!"

Someone in the crowd cried out in alarm, their face filled with shock and fear as they unconsciously retreated.

"So what if he's a Titled Douluo? This is Spirit City, the Pope's territory! Anyone who causes trouble here will leave their life behind!"

A soul master wearing a Spirit Hall uniform gathered his courage and shouted.

"Hold on! I'll notify the law enforcement squad!"

A quick-witted merchant turned and ran toward the street corner.

"Heh, notify the law enforcement squad? Even if Qian Daoliu came, I wouldn't fear him!"

Seahorse Douluo's fingers tightened around the little boy's nape.

"Wuwuwu..."

The little boy's cries immediately weakened.

Just then, hurried footsteps rang out, accompanied by the crisp clang of metal.

Lor Diarra had arrived at speed with more than a dozen Spirit Hall soul masters.

"Let that child go! Spirit City does not tolerate your insolence!"

Lor Diarra strode forward, his eyes locked firmly onto Seahorse Douluo.

"This little bastard ran into me. The fact that I didn't crush him to death on the spot already shows my generosity."

Seahorse Douluo swept a disdainful gaze over Lor