Three damaged friends engaged in a fierce battle against Gong Hong. Under the superb training of Gao Liang, the three friends unleashed their signature skills, while Gong Hong employed his vicious iron-fist technique. "Crash!" The sound of the earth splitting and the sky collapsing sent all the vessels within the tower shattering into dust. "Ah!" Each of the three friends was struck in the chest by Gong Hong, lying motionless on the ground. "Hahaha!" With his iron-fist glowing red, Gong Hong laughed proudly and triumphantly. "Don't be so confident—our elder will come to deal with you!" Fat Deng, Shy Yang, and Soft Wu declared. Gong Hong mocked them scornfully, "Is that so? Hmph! Every passage of this tower has been sealed off. Even if they manage to enter, the mechanisms are overwhelming. How many times have people besieged the Shaolin Monastery, only to find this very tower unyielding? How many bones have been buried within it? What's Gao Liang? He'll come here only to die in vain! Hahaha!" As Gong Hong spoke, a stone fell from the tower's roof. Crashing into Gong Honglai's feet, it gouged a depression in the floor and sent fragments of stone flying. "He's here! He's here! Excellent! I'll have you all die together!" Gong Honglai's lips curled into a fierce grimace. "Mechanisms! I'm using mechanisms! High Guang will be finished right away!" He immediately pressed and twisted a knob on the tower wall with firm force. A hissing sound erupted, as if a massive machine had been activated, causing the entire tower to tremble. So he roared, picked up the sword stuck in the trash can, and defended against the other swords rushing toward him. Using one sword to block ten, soon he held another sword in his hand. With two swords combined, High-light, having practiced the advanced celestial sword technique "Dual Sword Flying Sky" with Ying'er, though now only restored in martial skill and with his abilities still sealed, still remembered the powerful sword moves she had taught him. When he executed them, they flowed like a dragon soaring and phoenix dancing. "Clang! Clang! Clang!" All the hidden swords were swept off the ground, forming a layer of swords reaching one meter high. This clearly demonstrated the intensity of the mechanisms. It was no wonder that no one had ever breached this Tower of Death. High-light had rewritten history. Gong Hong-lai, hearing a sharp cry of "Ah!" from the lower level of the tower, immediately laughed triumphantly, "Hah! Hah! High-light is dead! High-light is dead! I've won! I've won!" The three close friends clearly heard the elder's shout and immediately felt a spark of recognition: this was the elder's secret signal! No wonder—the elder was truly impressive. It was time to prepare for a counteroffensive. As for Gong Honglai, however, having been swept away by the momentum of victory, his attention was entirely focused on the rain butterfly, who was trembling and huddled in a corner of the tower. "Come here! Pretty girl, let me feel your big assets!" Gong Honglai was more than eager. "You rude fool! One day, you'll pay for this!" the rain butterfly scolded, clutching her chest tightly. Yet the more she did this, the more she ignited Gong Honglai's passion. Stepping forward, the rain butterfly instinctively moved up the stairs toward the tower's upper levels, but due to her panic, her foot twisted, causing her to wrinkle her brows in pain. Gong Honglai charged at Yudi like a starving wolf... but missed, colliding his head against the steps, feeling sharp pain. He reached up and touched it—blood had already seeped out. He lifted his head and saw immediately that the thing that had been drooping now hung down—high-light and Dong Jiao had arrived. High-light firmly held Yudi with one strong, broad hand, while Yudi and Dong Jiao clung to each other, weeping. "Damn it! You're still alive?" Gong Honglai was stunned, yet unwilling to accept defeat—clearly, it was time to unleash his final move. Iron Palm! Iron Palm! With all my strength, I'll shatter High-light! A fierce battle unfolded in the spacious hall at the base of the tower. "Old man, that Iron Palm technique is formidable—be careful!" His three close friends urged. Clearly, the three friends were seriously injured; otherwise, they would have come to assist. "Relax," he said. "It's been a long time since I last stepped into the spotlight." Gao Liang gave a sharp twist to his wrist, the crisp, clear sound of the joint captivating everyone. Dong Jiao and Yu Die both turned their attention to Gao Liang with admiration. "Ladies and gentlemen! A thrilling performance is unfolding—please pay close attention!" Gao Liang smiled with genuine humor, dispelling any concerns Dong Jiao and Yu Die had. How could I possibly worry about such a confident man? Indeed, Gao Liang is confident, bright, and handsome. With his martial arts abilities temporarily lost, this very setback has proven beneficial—allowing him to reset his physical condition and retrain in the Shaolin Temple's "Damo Yijin Jing," specifically the Hundred-Eight Forms of the Tianmen Sect, thus reaching his peak state and absorbing the essence of Shaolin martial arts. In a short time, he regained his original strength, and through joint practice with Dong Jiao, at the most crucial moment, his longtime rival Gong Hong, by accident, opened his vital back meridian, instantly boosting his strength by one-third. Gao Liang roared, "I wish to become a god! Anyone who stands in my way shall perish!" The voice carried an endless sense of authority, and Gong Honglai was startled, drenched in cold sweat. "I wish to become a god!"—this was the first time Gong Honglai had heard it, and it radiated an unmistakable regal presence, commanding and powerful. "The momentum is unyielding! Those who stand in my way shall perish!" Gong Honglai knew High Light's capabilities well—he had enhanced his strength by three tenths over his original level, and thus, he must summon his deepest, most refined techniques—his signature mastery and unique art—to face him head-on. Excellent! High Light, High Light! This time, I'm fully committed. I've raised the power of my Iron Sand Palm to twelve parts—originally ten—because you've been so arrogant, claiming, "I wish to become a god!" This time, I'll completely dismantle you, leave you utterly broken. You want to become a god? Then go have your wish fulfilled—by the gods themselves! Gong Honglai gathered all his accumulated energy over years of cultivation, concentrating it fully into his two palms. These palms had been forged in the scorching iron sand, training until their flesh was torn and bones exposed, white Dong Jiao and Yu Die noticed the ugly hands. Dong Jiao couldn't help but grasp the hem of Gao Liang's coat and said, "Husband, be careful!" When Yu Die saw Gao Liang endure such a determined opponent to save her, she was deeply moved and quietly told him, "When he was holding me, I noticed that one of his eyes was moving sluggishly!"