"The Bagua and Wu Xing Array!" This was something Highlight learned from a book in the Shaolin Temple's script archive, and it proved invaluable at the crucial moment. As the Wind, Fire, and Thunder forces launched their relentless attacks, suddenly thick mist surged before them, drastically reducing visibility and causing them to lose their bearings. When the trio became disoriented, they were abruptly knocked off balance by something—immediately, the Chongtian Cannon swung its large axe and struck forward, only to shatter upon impact with a tree stump. Wind, Fire, and Thunder, known for their fiery temperaments, switched their large axes for hammers after tripping over. With a solid thud, they brought the hammer down on the spot where they had fallen. Yet, unexpectedly, the hammer struck a steel cable, generating a powerful rebound that sent the force back toward them. "Thud!" it landed squarely on his head. "Ow! Ow!" the sound of him groaning like someone being slaughtered by pigs once again echoed. Highlight and his two wives, standing outside the Bagua and Wu Xing Array, burst into joyful laughter. "Pffft!" "With a soft sound, Ying'er's lips pressed gently against Gao Liang's forehead. Gao Liang felt deeply pleased, and Zhang Yупing couldn't help but gently kiss his face as well. The two beautiful women surrounded Gao Liang, tender and endearing, making him feel truly at ease. It seemed that, despite his abilities and martial arts being sealed off during this visit to the U.S., he had won over his beloved wife's heart. For love, he, Gao Liang, would be willing to make any sacrifices—without a single regret. Gao Liang embraced both Zhang Yупing and Ying'er, who radiated gentle warmth and deep affection. He admired the endless charm of his beautiful wives, especially Zhang Yупing's full, lush breasts and Ying'er's vibrant, alluring lips. At that moment, Gao Liang addressed the iron general stationed within the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams array: "Seal the net!" Immediately, the iron general issued the command in the language of dogs, leading 100 divine dogs to carry out a systematic, sweeping attack as per the strategy outlined in the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams diagram. "Ah!" "Three thousand party leaders, the veteran 'Thousand-Cutting Blade' had a chunk of flesh torn off his face by the sharp serrations of a Tibetan mastiff, wailing in pain. He immediately roared, 'At last, after countless calls, here I come!' High Light, stationed outside, instantly commanded, 'Lie down immediately!' Indeed, the 101 Tibetan mastiffs rolled onto their sides, and a million sharp blades whistled past their heads. Good thing the owner reminded them in time—otherwise, these mastiffs would have been decapitated. 'Now, unleash your moves! In 0.1 seconds!' High Light bellowed. Instantly, the lying mastiffs surged forward with lightning speed, charging directly at the Wind, Fire, Thunder, Sky Cannon, and Thousand-Cutting Blade. Due to the dense fog, the three opponents were caught off guard—this was indeed a severe blow. Though their powers were formidable, High Light managed to outwit and defeat all three despite having lost his special abilities and martial arts skills. The Five Elements and Eight Trigrams Array is equivalent to the Dòu Pò Mí Tiān Huàn Array, yet it differs from the Mí Tiān Hu The Five Phases and Eight Trigrams array is more tightly organized, with more levels of challenges—within it, people find it extremely difficult to break through. The 101 Tibetan mastiffs, being spiritually endowed divine dogs, amplify this energy. When arranged in the high-lit Five Phases and Eight Trigrams Dragon Gate formation, the combined power becomes overwhelmingly potent. The three adversaries become trapped, unable to distinguish east from west or north from south, wandering for a long time only to find themselves still in the same place. In a hazy state, the 101 Tibetan mastiffs suddenly launch a coordinated assault upon them. Despite their individual talents, the three are ultimately powerless. Outside the array, High-Light watches his two beautiful wives as if enjoying a Hollywood blockbuster—fully immersed and delighted. The cries of the besieged sound like melodious music. Zhang Yупing and Ying'er deeply admire this accomplished man. With a gentle flick of her jade finger, Ying'er draws a sheer curtain in the air, forming a quadrilateral shield that encloses herself, her husband, and Zhang Yупing. For many days now, Ying'er has longed for the passionate intimacy with her husband on the bed, and has become more proactive. With a soft, sweet voice, she urged Gao Liang, "Husband! Come over here! Come quickly!" Gao Liang noticed that Ying'er had changed into a delicate, sheer light silk gown so thin it seemed almost translucent—enough to clearly reveal her magnificent, full-bodied breasts. Especially striking was the rosy pearl at the center of each breast, so tender and delicate, leaving Gao Liang utterly enchanted. Goodness, it had been so long since he last gently caressed her breasts. These days, without seeing her, he had truly missed her. And now, with Ying'er so charming, graceful, beautiful, intelligent, sensuous, and tender—her many virtues perfectly embodied. He was completely overwhelmed! His nose warmed up, and he felt himself rushing toward her—yet just then, Zhang Yuping gently wrapped her arms around Gao Liang's strong waist, and with a soft kiss, pressed her delicate lips against his thick ones, leaving Gao Liang absolutely delighted. This is the highest honor a chief wife can receive. If Highlight were to trade his assets—over ten billion yuan from his aspiring deities group—for this reward, he’d be willing, because he deeply values both his chief wife, Zhang Yuping, and his celestial wife, Ying'er. "Don't go! I want you to stay with me!" Zhang Yuping's sweet, cooing voice eased Highlight's nerves, as refreshing as eating a ginseng fruit. He instantly lifted her in his arms, and Zhang Yuping closed her eyes, blissful. Yet, Highlight didn’t kiss her. At that moment, Ying'er grew slightly displeased. Hmph! You've been so devoted to Yaping, yet you've completely forgotten about your formally married wife! Fine! From now on, I won’t pay you any attention. She looked utterly unhappy, her little lips puffed up so high they almost formed a small bottle. Highlight certainly noticed this—clearly, the two wives were a bit competitive. But Highlight was quick-thinking, always maintaining his composure. "Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness! I'm so hungry!" Staring at him with a look of intense pain, he quickly set down Zhang Yупing, holding his abdomen and shouting in agony. The furrowed brow expression was so touching that Ying'er's jealous demeanor immediately softened, and she adopted a concerned expression, rushing over to her husband and saying anxiously, "Husband! Where exactly are you in pain? Let me check!" Zhang Yупing, unaware of the ruse, also reached out to feel her husband's forehead—wow! It was so hot! Assuming he had a high fever, she gasped in surprise, "Ying-jun! Husband has a high fever! That's really impressive!" Ying'er, with her graceful hands, reached out to touch him, but High-light couldn't let her—because although his forehead had seemed warm earlier, he had actually only paused for three seconds in front of the fire from Feng, Huo, and Lei, which naturally caused his forehead to warm up. Ying'er's hands possessed a subtle magic; if she touched him, she would surely sense the difference. So, High-light deliberately avoided her touch, pointing to his lower abdomen and saying, "Wife! This area here is really painful! Could you please gently massage it for me?" "It's the stomach! Haha! Ying'er, give him a massage! But even after Ying'er massaged him for a while, Gao Liang kept complaining. Gao Liang cried out, 'Honey! You're massaging the wrong spot—it's down there!' Ying'er gave Gao Liang a withering look and continued massaging his lower abdomen. Yet, Gao Liang turned to Zhang Yu Ping and said, 'Ping'er! Let me go—please, you do it! I know you'll know exactly what to do!' Zhang Yu Ping blushed deeply, feeling so shy. She remembered back when she used to gently stroke her husband's large, dinosaur-like body with her hands, her heart racing with excitement. Now, however, her husband was asking her to take over, right in front of Ying'er—two women sharing one husband—and she felt a bit hesitant. But this time, Gao Liang was truly in pain. 'Honey! I can't take it anymore! If you don't massage me, I'm going to die! Oh my goodness! I—I'm afraid I'm going to pass out!' 'Honey! We won't let you die! Ying'er needs you!' "Ying'er and Gao Liang are a perfect match—both eyes glistening with tears. 'Husband! Ping'er will always be yours! When I first made my vow to heaven, I promised that as long as you're happy, I'd give up everything!' Zhang Yупping's tears streamed down her face. Zhang Yuping and Ying'er both became more proactive. Their cheeks flushed, rosy and charming, like peach blossoms.