"What? Say that again?" Gong Honglai, upon hearing it was Gao Liang, immediately felt the previously proud posture at the lower end droop. Damn it—how could Gao Liang still be alive? She immediately barked out, "You people never stop, go fetch him! Capture him! Reward him handsomely! Better yet, eliminate him! Eliminate him! Do you hear me?" "Yes, Host!" One of her trusted aides nodded and departed. Gong Honglai had assumed she could now press on to the trembling, helplessly rooted Dong Jiao. Yet, just then, another aide reported from outside, "Host! Host! It's bad! It's bad! Gao Liang has arrived!" "You people never manage to block him? His martial arts skills are gone—what do you fear from him now?" Gong Honglai exclaimed as she finished speaking. The aide, looking visibly distressed, replied, "Host! If we could have held him off, we wouldn't have had to come to you for news! Look—Gao Liang himself—he and the three people beside him are simply outstanding!" The skill is somewhat like Shaolin martial arts, yet it's different—more vigorous and sharp. We, all of us... "You're all complete failures!" Gong Honglai straightened his shirt and stepped out of the antechamber, just as he saw Gao Liang and his three friends, along with the starry beauty Dong Jiao, approaching. "Gao Liang! You dare show up here? This time, I'm going to make you see the afterlife!" Gong Honglai's temples bulged with veins, his teeth clattering with intensity. Gao Liang beamed and said, "Who knows whether I'll actually see the afterlife? I'm telling you now—step down immediately, turn a new leaf, or face the consequences!" "Hahahaha! That's not something you're suggesting—it should be asked of Hong Da Master himself!" Gong Honglai gave a sly smile. "I'm representing Hong Da Master," Gao Liang said, "to eliminate the fallen and restore the glory of Shaolin!" With that, he produced the jade Buddha statue given to him by Hong Da Master. Gong Honglai was stunned: "Gao Liang, I never thought you'd actually meet Great! Since I now know the truth, I’ll tell you straight! Master Hong Da is the one I’ve wronged—he deserves it, it’s justice. I’ve been at the Shaolin Temple longer than you, yet the martial arts he taught you surpass even what I’ve learned. I couldn’t bear it—I resented it, I was jealous, so… “So you’ve gone to extreme lengths, even undermining your own master! You’re utterly heartless!” High Liang said firmly. “Hah! What is ‘heart’ or ‘loyalty’? I don’t understand. All I know is that as long as I can achieve my own ideals, I’ll do whatever it takes!” After saying this, Gong Hong said, her veins bulging, and she shouted at High Liang, “I’ll have you dead! Only when you’re dead can I firmly establish my position at the Shaolin Temple and finally master the number-one martial art in the world!” With that, she launched a powerful iron palm strike, sweeping up a cloud of dust. The dust swirled wildly, blinding everyone. High Liang immediately recalled the Kung Zhong Zao and Tie Bu Shan techniques taught by his master. Though he had mastered the martial arts principles, his physical strength had been weakened, and thus he could not fully apply them. "Fatty Deng! Shy Yang! Soft Wu! You three listen up! Position yourselves behind me and channel your internal energy into my body! Remember—close your eyes and focus your energy directly into my back!" As soon as High Liang spoke, the three friends instantly settled into lotus positions behind him, facing his back, raising their palms to transmit energy. Although his martial arts abilities had been weakened, once he possessed a powerful surge of energy, he could control it according to his master's teachings, distributing it evenly throughout his body, creating a protective energy field at every point. With a sharp, resonant crash, when Gong Honglai's iron sand palm struck Gao Liang, it was as if hitting a golden bell. Inside the bell, Gao Liang not only sustained no injury but looked confident, waving calmly at Gong Honglai as though completely unconcerned. Gong Honglai was utterly stunned—never in his life had he imagined a person who had lost their martial arts skills could withstand his iron sand palm with such ease. This was simply unbelievable. Yet Gong Honglai was no ordinary master; he was cunning, strategic, and ruthless. With a quick, sharp glance, he had an idea: he would specifically target his three close friends who were secretly channeling energy behind the scenes, aiding Gao Liang's internal cultivation. As soon as those three were disabled, Gao Liang would be within easy reach. He then signaled to the Buddhist monks who had come to lend support, and immediately, the monks each drew their weapons, charging toward Gao Liang's three friends. At that very moment, the three friends were in the midst of their vital energy cultivation—how could they possibly divert their attention? As soon as there's even a moment of distraction, the golden aura surrounding Gao Liang will collapse, with dire consequences. Dong Jiao steps in at this crucial moment, stepping forward to shield the monastic attackers with her body. The monks, seeing such a stunning beauty before them, lose all their resolve—drooling and faltering in their steps. Gong Hong had expected this to be a sure victory, only to find that his own team, just like himself, were suddenly overwhelmed by the sight of beauty, their minds going blank. He immediately shouts, "You guys—get her! Get her!" The monks charge at Dong Jiao like madmen, while Gao Liang inside the golden aura cries out, "Wife! Get out of the way! Don't worry about me!" But at this moment, Dong Jiao, having already placed her life on the line to save Gao Liang, has completely set aside her own safety. Earlier in the cave, she had learned the "Heaven's Gate One Hundred and Eight" form from Gao Liang in the "Damo's Easy Strength Classic." Though she had no prior martial arts background, she picked it up quickly. Though her movements and strength still lacked refinement, she managed to exert some effect against these three or four color-obsessed monks who were relaxed and distracted. Though she couldn't directly overpower them in a head-on confrontation, she would resort to a softer approach. "Come on! Come on! Hurry up and come here!" Dong Jiao flashed a seductive glance and beckoned to the three monks with a graceful gesture. Instantly, the three monks gushed out a steady stream of saliva, their bodies stirred to life. Their hands holding their weapons grew weak, their legs unable to move, and their breathing grew rapid. Dong Jiao casually released a white powder into the air, which drifted through the air and seeped into the eyes of the three monks. As the lime powder infiltrated their eyes, the monks found themselves suddenly unable to see anything at all. While the three monks remained completely blind, Dong Jiao quietly demonstrated a dynamic, offensive technique from the "Tianmen One Hundred and Eight Postures" of the *Damo Easy-Body Classic*. Quick! Perfect! Sharp! "Ah! Oh! Ooh!" The three lustful monks immediately cried out in pain—as董姣 had firmly struck their scrotums with the heels of her high heels. The intense pain left the three monks stunned, kneeling on the ground, desperately trying to hold on. This kind of pain wasn't just ordinary—it felt life-threatening. And if the pain caused their testicles to be damaged, then even if a beautiful woman were by their side, they'd never enjoy the pleasure they deserved. Thus, the three lustful monks, so thoroughly treated by this exceptional beauty, received the very best lesson they could have hoped for.