This international superstar who has suddenly become a global sensation overnight—her beauty, her singing voice even more captivating than Yang Ming's—has long stirred the black mountain old demon's desire. Moreover, from the sky, the old demon has watched how high-light and Dong Jiao are so deeply in love, and feels jealous to the point of frenzy. Hey, High-Light! Why do you have so many beautiful women? And why do you even possess such a stunning one, Dong Jiao? Not to mention another first-rank celestial beauty, Ying'er, and this earth-born first-rank beauty, plus this delicate, fresh-faced young woman? With all these beauties, even as a ghost, you'd be considered truly romantic. The black mountain old demon, who once dominated and humiliated countless female demons, now finds himself growing increasingly interested in mortal or heavenly beauties. Indeed, upon seeing the several wives of the Divine Warrior King, High-Light—each one a truly exceptional, like a blooming flower, each one unique and dazzling—the old demon is simply enchanted and has set his sights on these remarkable women. At first, when the old mountain demon made advances on Ying'er, Ying'er possessed spiritual strength and a certain capacity for resistance. Seizing the moment when the demon was unprepared, she kicked him squarely in the groin, causing the demon to cry out in pain, "Gah! Gah! Gah!" Meanwhile, Ying'er herself, trapped within the thorny iron mesh, was injured and thus screamed in agony. Seeing that he could not get away with his advances, the old mountain demon grew furious and stared awkwardly at Dong Jiao, who was as beautiful as a blossom. How could Dong Jiao bear such a lusty demon's gaze? She immediately pulled her collar up, trying to shield herself. But the old mountain demon, now completely enraged, rushed to tear at her collar. Unbeknownst to him, his hands were wounded by the thorny iron mesh that had been arranged to protect her. Dong Jiao had also been practicing with Gao Liang for a month, and indeed had learned a few self-defense techniques. Although the thorny iron mesh kept her motionless, Dong Jiao was clever—she naturally curled her body, shrinking as much as possible into a smaller space, thus creating a buffer zone for herself. When the Black Mountain Old Demon made advances on her, Dong Jiao could extend her hand within that space and gently pull up her collar. The Black Mountain Old Demon couldn’t gain any advantage over Ying'er or Dong Jiao, so he wouldn’t rest. He exhaled a stench—his usual tactic. Immediately, Ying'er, Zhang Yuping, Dong Jiao, and Yu Di all fainted. "Hahaha!" the Black Mountain Old Demon laughed heartily. Goodness, this was truly a masterstroke of seduction! He could do whatever he pleased. With pride, he dismantled the thorny iron mesh he had set up, and the four beautiful women lay motionless on the ground, unconscious. The Black Mountain Old Demon smiled lustfully, his saliva flowing for over a foot in length, and reached out his stinking hand to stroke Dong Jiao's chest. Dong Jiao strained to open her eyes, yet felt utterly weak throughout her body, her head dizzy, her face expressing a look of despair, with two clear tears tracing down her cheeks. As she reached the brink of despair, suddenly, the demon's hand seemed as if severed from a piece of wood, crashing down with a loud "thud." At the same time, he let out a pig-like cry. Dong Jiao found this strange and immediately noticed that the entire body of the Black Mountain Old Demon had been lifted by someone and thrown upward toward the ceiling of the basement, where he struck the ceiling with a sharp "crash," precisely hitting a rapidly spinning ceiling fan. The iron fan cleanly severed the demon's arms, spilling blood profusely, transforming him into a graceful, armless spirit—his former dignity now completely gone. As the Black Mountain Old Demon thudded down from the air, he was about to kneel hard on his knees, and just as he did, he straightened himself to face the person before him, bowing in a perfect, upright kneeling posture Look! Wow! It's Gao Liang, the God of Light! He is pale as a sheet, trembling all over, desperately pleading for his life. Dong Jiao sees it's her husband arriving and can't help but cry. Though she has no strength left to speak, her lips part slightly—Gao Liang reads her silent words clearly: "Husband! You've come just in time! Otherwise, Jiao would have..." Gao Liang now turns fiercely upon the black mountain old demon, delivering a swift side kick that lands squarely on the demon's head, sending a resonant hum through the air. The demon's head bursts open. Oh my! The demon's brain matter is splattered all over, and his eyes are struck by the tip of Gao Liang's shoe—his eye balls are knocked out. Now he sees nothing at all. Gao Liang doesn't stop. This time, he intends to crush the fallen foe with a single palm strike. Crack! Crack! "Two powerful iron sand palms struck the Black Mountain Old Demon, swelling his face so much that it resembled two mountain hillocks, making his appearance grotesquely ugly. At this moment, High Light administered sacred pills from the Shaolin Temple into the mouths of the four beautiful women, and soon they all regained consciousness. 'Husband!' they all called out, joyfully. High Light said to them, 'You've been frightened!' When he noticed wounds on Ying'er's body, he grew furious, and upon seeing the thorny iron mesh beside her, he realized what had happened. High Light then performed a move that made the four women proud—using the thorny iron mesh to securely encase the Black Mountain Old Demon. At that moment, a mouse sensed the blood and rushed over. A smile appeared on High Light's lips. He addressed the mouse, 'Go! Go!' The mouse seemed remarkably obedient, directly heading toward the Black Mountain Old Demon, entering the thorny mesh and gnawing at the blood-soaked arms of the demon. 'Ah!' "Oh!" The black mountain old demon was being fiercely bitten by the mouse on his arms, writhing in pain. Yet he had forgotten that he was securely encased in the wire mesh; the more he struggled, the more the sharp, thorny wires slashed and pierced him, like being laid upon a bed of sharp needles. "Pffft!" "Giggling!" "What a delight!" "Deserved!" The four beautiful women, watching this lusty rogue suffer his well-earned fate, were especially delighted. At this moment, High Light's two bodyguards, the Great Strength Bodhisattva, the Thunder and Lightning Deities, and Satan arrived. Seeing their master meting out such justice upon this lusty offender, they all clapped with great satisfaction. Satan now turned his attention to his chief protector, the black mountain old demon. He knew the demon's greatest strength lay in the foul odor emanating from his body. Immediately, he pressed a red-hot iron tongs firmly against the demon's abdomen and seared it with great force. "Oh my!" A thick, pungent mist rose from the abdomen of the Black Mountain Old Demon. The odor was strong—highly offensive—and even the bright, four wives, two great bodhisattles as bodyguards, and the Thunder and Lightning Deities had to tightly cover their noses. "All right!" said Satan, and only then did the group release their nasal coverings. Indeed, the smell had vanished. The Black Mountain Old Demon had completely transformed—now appearing as a gaunt figure, barely over a foot tall, staggering along, drooling, and wobbling precariously, as if a single breeze could easily knock him down.