No way! How dare they touch the old guard's woman! High Guang immediately dove from the summit, rushing straight toward the crane. "Husband, don't worry about us!" Ying'er's voice pleaded, for she knew that the distance between the summit where Guang stood and the base of the mountain was too great for him to reach in time. While she was joyfully running toward a certain spot, the crane circled above, cawing loudly—its appearance terrifying. Soon, it lunged at her with outstretched wings and fierce movements. Guang was furious. With a sweeping motion of his broad wings, he plunged downward—this time with such speed that even he himself was surprised. His pace was truly lightning-fast, faster than before when he had ascended the mountain, by no less than several times. As the crane approached Ying'er and her son, with Ying'er holding her son tightly in her arms, her heart pounding with anxiety, Guang roared, "Thunder Blade! Thunder Blade!" He roared. Nine arcs of electricity launched like darts from Gao Liang's hands, as if merely a simple dart. The crane, relaxed and confident, thought, "What's the big deal? Just a little dart—what's the need for a full-blown performance?" Yet Gao Liang had significantly underestimated the crane's darts. These weren't ordinary darts—each one crackled with electricity. Gao Liang's "Electric Blade" was actually a composite ability combining risk management, electrical, and fiery elemental powers. After mastering aerial flight, Gao Liang's energy surged rapidly, surpassing his previous limits and now delivering a much stronger impact. The body of the crane was consumed by the fire fox, the fierce flames reducing the crane to ashes. "Gaaah! Gaaah!" The crane turned to ash in the fire. Eventually, the smoke dispersed. High Light defeated the crane and set off to find his beloved Ying'er and his beloved son, Gaoxing. But he found Ying'er no longer where she had been. Where was she? "Ying'er! Ying'er!" High Light cried out desperately—yet there was no reply. How could this be? Ying'er was clearly here just a moment ago! Where had she gone? Gone! Gone! High Light immediately ascended, soaring swiftly to the peak of XIAOYAO MOUNTAIN—the very summit he had just reached as a king. From above, he surveyed the entire land. With his concentrated spiritual sight, he clearly observed the scene on the ground. In the reed beds, no one had expected this—there, a disfigured werewolf was making advances toward Ying'er. Ying'er trembled uncontrollably—no, it seemed that even her infant son, Gaoxing, was in danger. No way! I have to save them! Highlight roared, "I am now a god! My momentum is unstoppable! Anyone who dares to stand in my way shall die!" As he roared, he had already flashed like lightning toward the reeds. Indeed, the ugly werewolf, holding the infant, turned to Ying'er and declared, "If you don't agree, I'll drop him to his death! I'll drop him to his death!" "No! No!" Ying'er pleaded. "Hurry! Hurry and agree! If you still don't agree—!" With that, the werewolf proved utterly cruel, determined to destroy Highlight and Ying'er's precious child. "Just let my son go, and I'll agree! I'll agree!" Ying'er wept, two clear tears tracing down her delicate cheeks. Her voice was so poignant that even Highlight's soul trembled. Good heavens! He'd never dared to touch either his woman or his beloved son. As the ugly werewolf was about to unleash his full fury, smiling lasciviously, his salted-pig hands reaching out to fondle Ying'er's delicate chest, he murmured, "Oh, wonderful!" The celestial beauty of the first rank, surpassing even children, is becoming more and more beautiful—this is the mature beauty of a young mother. I've always loved beautiful young wives, haven't I? Haha! A woman so radiant and bright—she'll be mine soon!" Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly gave a piercing cry. "Oh! Oh! My goodness! My goodness!" As she was about to give up hope, she saw her husband appear out of nowhere. He had appeared without any prior notice. With one hand, he pressed directly on the rather unattractive wolf-man's genitalia—the bean-sized organ was squeezed out, the testicles pushed out, and blood spilled all over the ground. That explained why the wolf-man had cried out like a ghost. Yet the wolf-man still possessed some skill; otherwise, he wouldn't have been so easily subdued. From his mouth, the wolf-man expelled a kind of saliva that felt strange to Gao Liang. He immediately stepped back, and fortunately, he avoided it. Wherever the saliva landed, the water turned black—poisonous! Poisonous! What on earth is going on here? This werewolf is actually a true deity from the heavenly realm—a pet of the deity. Unfortunately, while the deity was away, the werewolf ventured out and by accident landed in the second Eden of Gao Liang. The werewolf is extremely passionate about beauty; upon seeing Ying'er's grace, he immediately became deeply enchanted. While Gao Liang was engaged in battle with the great crane, the werewolf expelled a powerful stench from his mouth—a scent so potent that it could instantly knock anyone unconscious, especially women. Ying'er was easily overwhelmed by this odor, collapsing with weakness, as though she were a delicate, frail woman. Indeed, Ying'er is exceptionally beautiful. Though the otherwise unimpressed werewolf has seen countless beautiful women, he finds himself deeply stirred simply by her presence. Just as he was about to fully assert his dominance, Gao Liang arrived. Gao Liang swiftly dodged the werewolf's offensive breath and soared into the air, roaring at him, "Release my son and my wife! Otherwise, your fate will be death!" "I need not necessarily die!" "Because you're not necessarily going to defeat me?" the werewolf looked down upon Gao Liang with disdain. The werewolf, a pet of the True God, had inherited some divine artifacts and abilities, and considered himself supremely capable. Yet he didn't realize that Gao Liang's recent training and mountain ascension exercises revealed a man who wasn't content with mere self-satisfaction—he was constantly striving for progress, always pushing beyond himself. Though the werewolf's abilities had completely outshone Gao Liang yesterday, today, Gao Liang could now fly through the air and move with lightning speed, surpassing even his own previous limits. Gao Liang was always new—constantly renewing himself, day by day. This was Gao Liang—always progressing, always striving forward! Forward! Always forward! Gao Liang was so dedicated that his current capabilities now made the werewolf utterly unyielding. Yet the werewolf still viewed Gao Liang through the same unchanging lens—this was a grave mistake. With a thunderous roar, Gao Liang declared, "I have become a god! My momentum is unstoppable! Anyone who stands in my way shall perish!" The vibrant voice echoed across the cosmic heavens, carrying a sharp aura that sent a deep chill through the wolf-man. High-light roared, "Cutting Heaven's Sword! I shall cut! Cut! Cut!" Soon, a sword of cutting heaven appeared in his hands. The tip of the sword angled forward, and with a swift series of crisp movements, he launched three cascading sword patterns—each as wide as a bowl—directly toward the wolf-man. Clever indeed, the wolf-man used High-light's beloved son as a shield, even more effective than a shield itself. Fortunately, High-light had not expected this—had it not been for the early detection by his Spirit-Eye, he would have truly slain his son at just three centimeters from the touch, suddenly drawing his sword to a halt. Damn, this wolf-man is truly ruthless. Clearly, something more than mere patience must be done. High-light unleashed an endless surge of power, yet did not immediately launch a direct assault. He knew—he could not force the battle; only wear it down. "Oh! Oh!" Suddenly, with a clatter, High-light's sword fell to the ground. He clutched his abdomen, hands pressed tightly against it, gasping in pain "I can't do it! Oh my! My stomach's killing me! Oh! Oh!" When the wolf-man saw Gao Liang suddenly suffering from some kind of pain, he at first didn't believe it. But upon closer inspection, he saw Gao Liang rolling around wildly in the reeds, and Ying'er grew worried. Gao Liang, being clever, rolled over to Ying'er's feet and gave her a look that immediately conveyed his message. The wolf-man truly believed Gao Liang had fallen ill, watching him struggle and roll on the ground, and promptly exclaimed, "Gao Liang! You deserve it! You deserve it!" Then, he calmly walked toward the trembling, first-class immortals' beauty, Ying'er. Ying'er stepped backward one step at a time, but eventually reached the edge of the deep pit—there was no further space to retreat. The wolf-man frantically removed his clothes, though his testicles had been squeezed out by Gao Liang. Yet strangely, this wolf-man wasn't an ordinary one—he actually had two genitalia.