Highlighted patted the two beautiful women on the shoulders, smiled calmly at them, then turned to Gong Honglai and said, "Come on! Let the storm come stronger!" Gong Honglai replied, "High-light, you go die!" With that, her massive iron palm emerged—her two palms had grown considerably larger than usual, resembling two large fans. "With this palm forth, heaven and earth tremble, and the world is under my command!" A rushing wind blew forth, carrying two streams of immense power, sweeping toward High-Light. Dong Jiao and Yu Di, the two beautiful women, were pushed to a safe distance by High-Light and watched from afar. The three close friends struggled to reach out and help, but High-Light gave them a glance—smart and perceptive as they were, they instantly understood: the look was directed toward the main gate at the base of the tower. Oh! The leader intends... Excellent! They immediately moved to act. As the overwhelming force from Gong Honglai surged toward him, High-Light remained composed, focused, eyes fixed on his nose, nose on his heart, breath drawn into his dantian, stepping firmly with the foundation of the Hongmen, moving through the center of "Highlight a single shout, immediately concentrating all his mental energy to gather the martial energy cultivated within his body. This energy is exceptionally powerful—although his innate ability has been sealed, due to the restoration of his martial arts skills, he can now control the energy orbs within him. These orbs enable the energy to grow exponentially, following a 2^n pattern. With more energy, he channels it through his mental focus, distributing it evenly throughout his entire body, forming a massive golden barrier that encases him completely. 'Crack! Crack! Crack!' The iron sand palm collides with High Light's golden barrier, producing sharp, resonant sounds. 'Ah?! Impossible! Impossible! This is my full twelve-thousand-power strength! My full twelve-thousand-power strength!' Gong Honglai gasps in astonishment, unable to believe what he is seeing. According to his assessment, even Master Hongda would have been unable to withstand such a display—this level of power is truly devastating. Indeed, one of the concrete pillars behind High Light, large enough to encircle three people, has now broken. This iron-fist technique, capable of cutting steel like silk and splitting stone with ease, yet proves powerless against Gao Liang's Golden Bell and Iron Cloak techniques—unable to move even a single hair. "Wow! Husband! You're amazing! You're absolutely amazing!" Dong Jiao cheered from afar, while Yu Di joyfully cast her eyes upon Gao Liang, who was encased in the Golden Bell, sending him waves of admiration. The three close friends, following Gao Liang's instructions, activated the mechanisms—opening the main gate at the base of the tower. Over 300 brothers from the Wind and Fire Hall surged in like wolves and tigers, their forces unstoppable, breaking down any fortress they encountered. As soon as the Wind and Fire Hall troops entered the main hall, Gong Honglai's legs began to tremble and shake. "Seize him! Eliminate the traitors! Revive our Shaolin!" A number of Shaolin disciples had unexpectedly arrived from outside the tower. Gong Honglai looked around, stunned—what on earth? These disciples, led by his younger brother Lin Tianhao, had come to find him trouble. No. He knew well enough that these Shaolin disciples had always been his targets, and now, Gao Liang was stepping up to defend them. Gong Honglai realized that their situation was hopeless and immediately rushed toward the tower's summit. "Catch him! Catch him!" Several disciples who had previously been suppressed by Gong Honglai shouted in unison, joining forces with the brothers from the Wind and Fire Hall to pursue him. Gong Honglai swiftly activated the mechanisms within the Death Tower. "Whoosh! Whoosh!" A flurry of arrows shot toward them, knocking down a long line of disciples. The three close friends and Xiao Shishi Lin Tianhao, with their superior martial skills, could withstand some of the arrows like Gao Liang had, but as more and more came their way, they grew increasingly overwhelmed. "Ow!" Each of the three friends was struck by arrows in different parts of their bodies, and Xiao Shishi Lin Tianhao's left arm was pierced by a sharp one. Gao Liang grew furious—he had to step in now. With a powerful roar, he launched himself upward, like a soaring crane, heading straight toward Gong Honglai. "Eight Steps to Catch a Cicada—no empty Gong Honglai was drenched in cold sweat. Excellent! High Bright! I know you've regained your martial arts prowess and are now absolutely formidable. But while I can't match you in strength, I can target your weaknesses! A subtle, barely perceptible smile curled at the corner of her mouth. With a sudden "whoosh," two arrows shot forth like streaks of light, aimed not directly at High Bright, but slightly farther away—toward Dong Jiao and Yu Di. The two beautiful women were completely unprepared. In the midst of astonishment from High Bright's three close friends and the crowd, High Bright launched his attack. With numerous arrows now targeting him, he had to defend himself while simultaneously rescuing the two women. It was too late—he was fully committed. "Ah!" High Bright was struck by two arrows, his body now a solid fortress, shielding Dong Jiao and Yu Di from harm. "Husband!" Dong Jiao was deeply moved with concern, and Yu Di was equally worried. Two beautiful women stepped forward to support Gao Liang, but he gently guided them aside with his eyes, for an overwhelming barrage of arrows—“Gao Liang, I’ll have you pierced from head to toe!”—was now sweeping over Gong Hong. Gao Liang braved the intense pain, standing firm with extraordinary determination, refusing to fall. "Jinzhong Tiebu Shan!" At the crucial moment, he summoned this technique. Gathering his internal martial energy under the guidance of his spirit focus, he controlled the energy orbs within his body, which rapidly expanded in a pattern of 2 raised to the power of N, generating an immensely powerful and formidable force. With a resounding "thud," Gao Liang evenly distributed his energy throughout his body, instantly enveloping himself in a golden, impenetrable shield. With renewed courage, he advanced forward. When even Xiao Shishi Lin Tianhao and his three close friends, Dong Jiao, and Yu Die, were holding their breath in suspense, a flurry of sharp arrows shot forth like locusts. But after a series of crisp clinks, the arrows emitted clear, resonant sounds—as if striking against an impossibly hard surface and bouncing back with tremendous force. Three arrows even struck Geng Honglai directly on his shoulders, arms, and thighs precisely when he was boasting confidently. Geng Honglai cried out in surprise, truly unable to believe that the arrows he thought he could control so well had been completely outmatched by the high-level, golden bell and iron body armor of Shaolin's Gao Liang. "Sky-Scar Palm! You actually know Sky-Scar Palm?" Gong Honglai's entire body was enveloped by the Sky-Scar Palm. Five shadowy fingers of the palm projected onto Gong Honglai's form, and he leapt and darted, left and right, trying to evade the phantom fingers—but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't escape them. "Boom!" The wind of the Sky-Scar Palm surged, instantly darkening the sky and blinding the earth. "Ah!" The high-intensity palm struck Gong Honglai squarely on the head, instantly forming a large bump, with blood continuously flowing from his forehead.