After speaking, he displayed an intense passion, rushing toward Pan Jinlian. Just when the situation seemed most critical, a wild beast leaped in from outside the window, exceptionally fierce, charging straight at Zhao Fuwei. "Ah! My goodness!" Zhao Fuwei's legs were bitten, blood flowing freely. Upon looking up, Zhao Fuwei gasped—there it was again, the Tibetan mastiff! The Eastern Divine Dog King—Iron General—had made his appearance. This was the leading warrior of Gao Liang's magical beast army, renowned for his bravery, vigor, and powerful offensive capabilities. Zhao Fuwei was completely caught off guard. Just a moment away from escaping unharmed, he had been suddenly disrupted by this unexpected Iron General. Damn it—clearly, without eliminating this dog, he couldn't even approach the beautiful woman. Zhao Fuwei's face darkened with malice. He activated his supreme ability, roaring, "Big! Big! Big!" In a moment, his hands expanded as wide as a scoop, and with a sharp "thwack!" he struck like a fan beating flies. The Tibetan mastiff was also agile, rolling on the ground in response. "The floor gave a sharp crack under the impact. Good thing! If not for the iron general's timely evasion, there would have been a body on the floor. The iron general didn't retreat. As Zhao Fucai gathered his palm, he leaped straight to Pan Jinlian's back, biting through the ropes that bound her with his sharp teeth. Pan Jinlian freed her hands and feet and immediately ran toward the door. But Zhao Fucai, cleverly, had locked the door from the inside, and she couldn't open it. Zhao Fucai smiled coldly, "You want to leave? Not so easy!" Then he charged at Pan Jinlian. At that moment, the iron general stepped forward. "Crack!" The iron general's sharp claws caught Zhao Fucai's face. "Ah!" Zhao Fucai cried out again. His face was sliced. This time, Zhao Fucai was completely furious. For heaven's sake, he had been defeated by a dog! Let him go to meet the gods of the underworld! With a quick turn of his eye, a sinister thought formed. He swiftly pulled out a pipe from his robes and blew into the giant dog's face. The Iron General roared, then with a loud thud, collapsed to the ground. "Haha! I'm sending you to the west heavens!" Zhao Fuzhi, his eyes blazing with fury, continued to slam his palm—broad as a scoop—toward the Iron General, determined to knock him senseless and finally settle his grudge. Pan Jinlian covered her eyes, unable to bear the sight of this tragic scene. Before her, Zhao Fuzhi smirked indulgently, "As long as you yield to me, I'll spare this dog. Otherwise, you'll meet the same fate!" Without waiting for Pan Jinlian to respond, he increased the force of his palm, striking it with the vigor of a fly-swatter. Pan Jinlian closed her eyes in despair, silently praying, "Heavenly Lord! Please save us!" Just as the words left her lips, she heard Zhao Fuzhi cry out in pain. Oh! Oh! Pan Jinlian was taken aback, quickly opening her eyes. What? What's going on? Zhao Fuzhi—the lusty man—his broad palm now gushing with blood. Pan Jinlian carefully observed that Zhao Fu-chou's hands and arms were densely pierced with long, fine needles. These needles were not randomly scattered but arranged in a petal-like pattern. "Who is it? Who could it be? Come out! Come out!" Zhao Fu-chou shouted, his voice filled with fear and panic. At that moment, a voice drifted gently into the room. "It's me! I'm here!" A handsome, bright, and confident young man appeared in the luxurious suite. "Gao Liang! You've arrived!" Pan Jinlian said, her voice trembling with emotion, as if a savior had finally come. Gao Liang nodded slightly. Then, he fixed his gaze firmly on his opponent, Zhao Fu-chou. Gao Liang sharply commanded, "Zhao Fu-chou! You not only dare to act with boldness and audacity, but even dare to attack my dragon-wizard army! If you move anyone near me, they shall meet only death!" Zhao Fuze has faced Gao Liang on numerous occasions and knows firsthand his strength. Therefore, even during Gao Liang's absence from Kyoto University, Zhao has been diligently refining a particular skill—one that has become his most supreme, most decisive weapon: the "Destruction of Ice Sculptures." However, directly confronting Gao Liang, now a deified figure, with this technique offers only a modest chance of victory. Zhao harbors a deep, unyielding resentment toward Gao Liang: "Gao Liang, Gao Liang, it's all you—stealing the spotlight from me! Without you, I would have surely achieved great acclaim. Only by defeating Gao Liang can I claim true kingship at Kyoto University. Though Gao Liang has been away for a long time, his lingering influence remains strong—his "residual fragrance" is deeply embedded: the scholarship and prestige he has cultivated for his own ascension are now firmly established, unshakable. Zhao and Gao Liang bear an unbreakable enmity, a hatred spanning three rivers and four seas. Their rivalry is absolute—each one's rise comes at the other's expense. At this moment, Zhao Fuzhong's scheming and treacherous plan to eliminate Gao Liang surfaced in his mind. He immediately seized the opportunity, springing to Pans Jilin's side, pressing his knife against her neck, and bellowed at Gao Liang, "Gao Liang! If you've got the courage, come and face me!" To protect Pans Jilin, Gao Liang replied, "Zhao Fuzhong! Don't push me to act!" Zhao Fuzhong countered, "Gao Liang! Now go on—show me if you dare!" With those words, he grew fierce, teeth bared, and let out a sharp cry. "Ah!" Pans Jilin's face paled—Zhao Fuzhong was indeed ruthless, pressing the knife so tightly that she clearly felt an overwhelming terror descending upon her, a terror that could not fail to make a beautiful woman gasp. Gao Liang was furious. It seemed he could no longer delay—yet Zhao Fuzhong had turned Pans Jilin into a hostage, making it difficult for him to act. Gao Liang gathered all his strength at one point, for he understood that he could not rely on brute force. Pan Jinlian, though a mortal, could not withstand the intensity of his power—only strategy would work, not direct assault. From his pocket, Gao Liang produced a pill and administered it to the iron general lying unconscious on the floor. Soon, the general regained consciousness. Seeing his master saved, he wagged his tail with joy. Now, with the iron general present, Gao Liang had an additional ally. Indeed, Gao Liang was wise—he recognized that Zhao Fuqing was no ordinary opponent. This king of the undead, who had come from the Qin Dynasty, wore a noble façade, yet in truth possessed a heart as cold and cruel as stone. No matter how many faces Zhao Fuqing changed, no matter what role or status he assumed in modern society, in Gao Liang’s eyes, all of it remained mere illusion. Gao Liang’s spiritual eyes could perceive the very essence of a person’s soul and heart. Thus, the two engaged in a direct clash of wills. Gao Liang has already ascended to the rank of a celestial deity. He doesn't merely regard Zhao Fucai as a mere opponent—he doesn't feel overconfident, but rather fully confident in the excellence of his divine abilities. "I have become a god! My momentum is unstoppable! Anyone who dares to stand in my way shall perish!" If Gao Liang hadn't been truly formidable, he would never have been able to single-handedly defeat the Great Power Deity of the Heavenly Court and establish his status as a premier celestial being. Now, on earth, facing Zhao Fucai, after multiple encounters, Gao Liang is particularly incensed—this time, he has even provoked one of his close companions, a woman by his side.