Shining brightly, motionless. The bright lips, once dark black, began to turn rosy as the iron general pushed a bead into his mouth. Gradually, the bright face flushed, and his fingers stirred. This caught Zhao Fu'ai's attention. Good heavens! He's not dead yet! I'll make you die a painful death. Zhao Fu'ai and Gao Liang have been sworn enemies; this time, he intends to personally slay Gao Liang. As Zhao Fu'ai raised his great sword to strike, suddenly, a gust of wind brushed past his back. "Ah!" His head was struck by a steel pipe. Then, his waist was kicked hard by someone. Turning around to bear the pain, he found two vigorous and bold warriors launching a surprise attack. Seeing his own two stalwart bodyguards, Jin and Yin Jia, arriving unexpectedly, the Tibetan mastiff immediately leaped three feet high, shaking his head and tail vigorously, and addressed the motionless Gao Liang with: "Master! Your two top bodyguards have arrived!" At this moment, Zhao Fucai, glaring with hatred at the silver-and-gold-armor guards Chen Zixue and Li Xiang who had suddenly appeared, was furious—any subordinate of Gao Liang was treated as brutally as Gao Liang himself, for Zhao Fucai harbored deep resentment toward Gao Liang. He immediately launched a fierce assault against the silver-and-gold guards. However, under Gao Liang's meticulous training, these guards had developed a unique approach, blending traditional Shaolin martial arts with their own exceptional abilities. The two stalwart bodyguards, particularly focused on achieving seamless synergy between their swords, combined their attacks in unison, forming a powerful, unified combat capability. Although Zhao Fucai's abilities surpassed theirs, the energy Zhao Fucai had infused into the ball of flowers had been significantly consumed during his prolonged confrontation with Gao Liang, leaving him energetically drained. As a result, the two bodyguards were able to hold their own against him, fighting with near-equal strength. This steady resistance gave Gao Liang a vital breathing room. The dragon pearl, now in Gao Liang's hands, caused his face to grow increasingly flushed, and soon, the ice sculptures on his body began to Soon, as he passed through the towering ice sculptures, they cracked and burst with a thunderous sound—leaving not a single trace of human form or flesh. "Boss is back! Boss is back!" the two stalwart bodyguards shouted, spreading joyful news throughout the crowd outside the football field. Gao Liang was a giant. Though his energy had not yet fully returned, he rose with great difficulty, standing firm on his own strength and determination—no one needed to assist him. Unshaken by wind or rain. Gao Liang stood like a mountain—no storm could ever shake him. "It's impossible! It's impossible! Gao Liang! You were clearly dead! How can you have revived? My most powerful technique—the Shattering of Ice Sculptures—is my deepest mastery. Countless people have fallen beneath my ice formations, crushed by my iron palms. Yet you—how? How?!" Zhao Fu-chou was like a mad dog, utterly unconvinced that Gao Liang could survive. As Gao Liang stood up, waves of golden light burst forth, blinding Zhao Fu-chou almost to the point of being unable to open his eyes. "Zhao Fu-chou! Look at this!" Gao Liang expelled the dragon pearl from his mouth and held it aloft. The pearl radiated a brilliant glow, and Zhao Fu-chou gasped in awe, "A dragon pearl! The one from the Qin Dynasty! The very one I've been searching for all along! How could it be in your hands? You—you must have...?" "Exactly! I journeyed to the Qin Dynasty and successfully obtained this dragon pearl!" Gao Liang nodded. At that moment, Zhao Fu-chou's face lengthened with disbelief. It was now clear why Gao Liang had been revived from the brink of death—he had secured the legendary resurrection dragon pearl. According to legend, this celestial pearl, born of the spirits of the universe and a rare treasure among the cosmos, could revive a person simply by being swallowed and retained in the mouth for a while. As Zhao Fu-chou gazed at the dragon pearl in G He lunged forward, arms outstretched, to make the move. Though his energy hadn't yet recovered, Gao Liang, having trained in both meditation and martial arts at the Shaolin Temple and served as its abbot, had mastered all the Temple's techniques. When Zhao Fuzhong executed his "eagle's dive," Gao Liang effortlessly shifted his position with a graceful "Heaven and Earth Reorientation" maneuver. Zhao Fuzhong was defeated and now furious and resentful toward Gao Liang, instantly incensed. Seizing the moment when Gao Liang's energy had not yet fully recovered, he raised his palm—wide as a scoop of grain—once again and delivered a direct blow toward Gao Liang. "Gao Liang! You're dead! Only when you're dead will I be the true king!" Zhao Fuzhong aimed to end Gao Liang's life. The two stalwart bodyguards intended to intervene, but Zhao Fuzhong, taking advantage of their unpreparedness, instantly exhaled a mist from his pipe, causing both bodyguards to collapse, limp and powerless. Gao Liang was in serious danger. After all, his energy had already been depleted by nearly nine-tenths when he held the embroidered ball, leaving only one-tenth remaining. Moreover, Zhao Fuzhong's most devastating move—the Ice Sculpture of Annihilation—had already claimed Gao Liang's life once. Just now, having been revived from the brink of death, Gao Liang's energy would not recover quickly. Zhao Fuzhong intended to finish him off. The wide iron palm struck something Zhao Fu-chou's iron palm precisely struck the dragon orb, shaking it so it leapt through the air. A plume of white smoke rose from within the orb. Soon, a colossal dragon emerged in the sky, stretching over 100 meters long—majestic and powerful, its jaws agape and limbs outstretched. Before this great creature, Zhao Fu-chou appeared merely a small figure. "Aaaah!" the dragon roared, sending Zhao Fu-chou into a state of awe and fear. Meanwhile, Gao Liang stood with an air of dignified composure. Gao Liang knew that he had always carried within him three dragon orbs—water, fire, and energy—alongside a fourth, magical one he had accidentally acquired during his battle against Lao Ai in the Qin Dynasty. He had simply carried it with him, never giving it much thought. This time, however, the dragon orb revealed its true power, reviving him at the very moment of crisis. Gao Liang believed himself to be just, determined to uphold righteousness. He would eradicate the demons, save the world, shoulder the great moral duty, and do so without hesitation. "Should you be willing to repent and cease your harm to humanity," High Light said to Zhao Fu-chou, "then I shall spare you. But should you continue to act capriciously, then I shall not hesitate—your fate will be death." High Light was both compassionate and resolute.