Having said that, there were still many passers-by who cast strange looks at Jiang Zhige.

He was holding a wooden stick as a crutch, his face was pale, and he staggered as he walked, looking as if he was on the verge of death.

After arriving in the town, before Jiang Zhige could find a pawnshop where he could pawn his storage ring, he heard a woman's scream.

Looking in that direction, Jiang Zhige discovered that four men were bullying a young girl in the street.

Passersby ignored it and even quickened their pace to walk past it.

There were some people who looked angry, but they did not dare to step forward to stop it.

Jiang Zhige frowned slightly and wanted to step forward to stop it, but when he thought of his weak body, he withdrew his gaze.

These four men dared to rob a woman in broad daylight, and it was obvious that they had a high status in the area.

Jiang Zhige is now a disabled man, and it is unknown when he will recover. He should not take risks for a mortal girl.

However, after walking a few steps, Jiang Zhige still felt a little bit reluctant when he heard the girl's shrill and desperate scream.

In his mind, the image of Qi Muyao, the poor girl who had a miserable life and was always bullied, suddenly emerged.

Jiang Zhige is a great emperor of the world, so he could either just ignore it or, since he wants to take care of it, if he has to retreat because of his own situation, I am afraid his spiritual aspirations will be frustrated in the future.

Jiang Zhige sighed inwardly, walked over with the wooden stick, and was about to speak when he was suddenly kicked away.

Jiang Zhige fell to the ground, vomiting blood, his eyes full of astonishment.

He never thought that he would be kicked down by a mortal hooligan without saying a word.

The leading young man had a gloomy face. He looked at Jiang Zhige and sneered, "What? You sickly guy, you still want to be a hero and save the beauty?"

Jiang Zhige tried to get up by leaning on the wooden stick, but he was already injured and couldn't get up no matter what.

Jiang Zhige's eyes showed sadness, and he suddenly laughed at himself.

At this moment, compared to the physical pain and the frustration of losing all strength, the feeling of powerlessness is the most tragic.

There is nothing worse than this: a tiger in plain land is bullied by dogs, and a dragon in shallow water is bullied by shrimps.

Even if Jiang Zhige wanted to rescue them today, he was no match for the four hooligans.

It's really ridiculous, it's the biggest joke in the world.

What a great emperor of the world, he is nothing but a waste.

Seeing that Jiang Zhige dared to laugh, the leading young man became more and more unhappy. He ordered one of his younger brothers to grab the girl, while the other two younger brothers rubbed their hands and walked towards Jiang Zhige.

The passers-by around all had sympathy on their faces, but they didn't dare to look at him any longer. They just took a quick glance and turned away.

Jiang Zhige wanted to stand up and resist, but he couldn't even stand up. How could he be a match for two strong men?

The two men showed no mercy and beat Jiang Zhige to death, with every punch hitting his flesh and blood spurting everywhere.

The fight lasted for a long while, and all the passers-by were shocked.

The two strong men were panting after the fight, and their hearts were filled with confusion about Jiang Zhige.

Judging from the force he used, Jiang Zhige, who seemed to be dying, should have died, but at this moment Jiang Zhige was still struggling on the ground.

The leading young man did not think much about it, but laughed and taunted: "Trash, do you know what you look like now?"

“A fish that has been caught on land can only flutter about and wait for death to come.”

Jiang Zhige's dying struggle at this moment was truly hilarious, and there was no trace of his former dignity left.

The leading young man strode forward and stepped on Jiang Zhige's forehead and crushed him hard.

Jiang Zhige's face was dull, and he felt an incomparable humiliation.

Who is he? Emperor Xuan Cang, who has practiced Taoism for thousands of years and aspired to be at the top of the world, is being stepped on and humiliated at this moment?

The indifferent or pitying gazes of passers-by were like sharp blades piercing Jiang Zhige's heart.

At this moment, Jiang Zhige seemed to have returned to the time when he was begging on the streets with no dignity at all.

He even thought in his heart, how great would it be if someone came to rescue him at this moment? In the past, when Jiang Zhige saw the sentient beings in the heaven being tortured by monsters, he would feel angry for them, but he could not empathize with them, let alone truly understand the despair in their hearts at that time.

Now Jiang Zhige finally understood what he, the benevolent Emperor Xuan Cang, meant to all the beings in the heaven.

"Bring me the knife."

At this moment, the voice of the leading young man brought Jiang Zhige back to his senses.

The younger brother next to him showed no scruples or mercy, and drew the sword from his waist and handed it to the leading young man.

The leading young man showed a crazy smile. He looked at Jiang Zhige carefully, as if he was thinking about where to start chopping.

Jiang Zhige put away the dignity that used to belong to the emperor, and his eyes gradually became extremely cold.

This was not the time to feel embarrassed or depressed. If he didn't take action, he would really die at the hands of a street thug.

Just as the leading young man was about to use a knife to cut the flesh, Jiang Zhige suddenly swung the wooden stick in his hand and hit his calf.

Bang! With a dull sound, the leading young man's right leg was instantly smashed into two pieces.

The three younger brothers were immediately horrified. How much strength did it take to smash the leg in half with a stick? Jiang Zhige lay on the ground, unable to get up. There were extremely glaring footprints on his head, but his cold eyes were frightening, and the blood-stained stick in his hand was like a killing weapon that could easily take someone's life.

The leading young man let out a heart-wrenching wail and collapsed to the ground, shitting and pissing himself in pain.

"Hurry! Take me to see the doctor!"

His mind went blank due to the pain and he didn't even have the energy to hate Jiang Zhige.

The three younger brothers reacted immediately, let go of the girl temporarily, and stepped forward to help the leading young man up.

Jiang Zhige knew the principle of cutting the grass at its roots, and wanted to throw a wooden stick to kill the leading young man, but his condition was not much better than that of the leading young man.

The exertion just now almost made Jiang Zhige faint. When he tried to exert more force this time, his eyes went black and he fainted on the spot.

In the boundless darkness, a beautiful figure seemed to appear before Jiang Zhige.

It was not Ning Qiu Shui, nor was it Nangong Rou and the others, but Jiang Zhige felt a familiar breath.

The beautiful figure opened her cherry lips slightly, as if saying something to Jiang Zhige, but Jiang Zhige was blurred consciousness and could not hear clearly.

In the dim light, Jiang Zhige only caught a hint of key information.

"Your obsession is still far from enough."

"Even Tong Yin cannot be defeated, and Dao Xin is also extremely fragile. How can one obtain the eternal power of domination?"

Qianying seemed to want Jiang Zhige to undergo a transformation and feel her obsession with protection in another way.

The next moment, Jiang Zhige suddenly woke up from the bed.

He subconsciously tried to get up, but felt a piercing pain all over his body.

"Obsession."

Jiang Zhige's eyes were unfocused, and he was carefully thinking back to the message conveyed by the beautiful figure.

He probably understood that this experience had indeed made him feel his obsession better.