A Statue Cast in Molten Iron

"Qian Daoliu! You old bastard!"

"Do you think the curses of these ignorant fools can cover up Spirit Hall's filthy deeds? Dream on!"

Seahorse Douluo suddenly raised his head and roared at the top of his lungs.

"We Sea God Island soul masters would rather die than submit to underhanded scum like you!"

Sea Dragon Douluo began struggling, and the shackles clanged loudly under his pulls.

The wounds on his body split open again from his violent movements, blood instantly staining the tattered hem of his robe red.

Their curses rang out with particular clarity amid the noisy crowd.

This completely ignited the crowd's fury.

The people who had merely been throwing vegetable leaves and eggs began frantically picking up stones from the roadside. Some even drew the short blades at their waists and waved them at the prison cart.

"Still talking tough? Beat them!"

"Let them know the consequences of offending Spirit Hall!"

Stones and filth rained down like a torrential storm, striking the iron bars of the prison cart with loud clangs. Quite a few stones struck the two men directly.

A fist-sized stone hit Seahorse Douluo's shoulder, yet he still held his back straight and refused to lower his head.

A shard of tile sliced open Sea Dragon Douluo's forehead. Blood flowed down past his brows and eyes, blurring his vision.

Yet he continued glaring fiercely at the crowd, unyielding fire burning in his eyes.

The prison cart traveled around Spirit City for a full half hour, and Seahorse Douluo and Sea Dragon Douluo endured half an hour of abuse and attacks.

By the time the prison cart finally reached the central square, Seahorse Douluo and Sea Dragon Douluo had already been battered until their heads were bleeding.

Their bodies were covered in wounds of varying depths.