Zhang Hongxing helped the little boy up and quickly administered first aid.
Although this world had no such thing as Immortal Essence Power, it did possess the Power of Rules. Even the simplest Strength Rule could be used to treat minor injuries.
After stabilizing the boy's condition, Zhang Hongxing hurried into the alley on the other side, where the woman's voice had come from.
"Stop!"
"What bastard dares interrupt... C-City Lord."
The Eastern Cultivators, whose trousers were already halfway down, turned with a vicious glare. When he discovered that Zhang Hongxing himself was there, his eyes instantly began to dart evasively.
"As an enforcer of the law, don't tell me you don't understand the rules I laid down."
"Come on, City Lord, she's just a native woman. Do you really have to make such a fuss? These people used to be nothing but playthings for those Bull-Horned Demons. At least I'm the same species as her. If it comes to it, I'll just marry her."
The cultivator looked utterly unconcerned. Zhang Hongxing's orders did indeed prohibit rape and pillaging, but clearly these cultivators had never truly taken him seriously.
"You reached the pinnacle of cultivation in a small world. In your original plane, you would at least have been a Sage. Having come this far, can you really not exercise even this much self-control?"
"Of course I have self-control, but why should I repress myself?"
"Hmph. An incorrigible fool. It seems there's no need to waste any more words on you."
"Y-you, what are you going to do?"
Zhang Hongxing stopped wasting his breath. Gathering the Strength Rule beneath his feet, he appeared before the cultivator in a single flash step, then chopped his palm down against the man's neck.
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