You said it was a useless body, yet you punched a saint to pieces?

Chapter 61 Powerful Ancient Prodigies

Wang Dao's momentum was unstoppable. Every step he took caused the white jade steps to tremble. In just a few hours, he had already crossed ninety-nine steps.

As he went deeper, the terrifying gravity contained in the heavenly staircase did not crush him; instead, it transformed into a top-grade whetstone under his powerful physique.

Each muscle contraction seemed to be a deep tempering process, squeezing out impurities from his body little by little.

Even more astonishingly, every hundred steps he crossed, a divine substance visible to the naked eye would cascade down from the void like a waterfall, frantically pouring into his limbs, bones, and spiritual world.

This substance, both domineering and gentle, nourished every inch of his flesh and blood, causing his entire body to radiate auspicious light. Brilliant divine rays intertwined and flowed across his body, as if he were wearing a battle armor woven from the laws of the Great Dao. He looked dignified and majestic, like a young war god who had emerged from the ancient times.

The moment Wang Dao firmly stepped onto the hundredth step, the scene before him suddenly changed.

On the once empty staircase, countless raindrops of light gathered, and the figure of a young man dressed in ancient animal skin with long black hair slowly emerged.

Although it is a mark that has spanned countless years, it has a heart-stopping sense of reality.

His blood and qi were as intense as a furnace. Just by standing there, a fierce aura emanating from the wild land rushed towards him, as if to engulf the entire world in his violent aura.

"That's interesting."

The boy in the animal skin had a glint in his eyes as he looked Wang Dao up and down, a wild smile playing on his lips.

"After all these years, we've finally found a decent prospect."

"Your foundation is certainly solid, but whether you can get past me depends on how hard your fists are!"

This brand actually possessed its own consciousness, just like a living person.

"war!"

Without uttering a single word, Wang Dao roared, his black hair whipping wildly around his neck.

He shattered the void with a single step, his figure shooting out like an arrow released from a bow. The blood and qi that had been accumulating within him erupted completely at this moment, like a dam bursting, carrying the power to crush everything, and crashed down on the beast-skinned boy.

Here, there are no scruples, only the need to fight to the death.

"What courage!"

The boy in animal skin had a fierce fighting spirit in his eyes. Facing Wang Dao's overwhelming offensive, he did not retreat but advanced.

He moved his hands, and ancient, complex runes danced between his fingers, transforming into the phantom of an ancient, ferocious beast that roared as it charged forward.

"Burning Heaven Crimson Emperor Fist!"

Wang Dao clenched his right fist, and a brilliant crimson-gold light shone brightly on the fist imprint, instantly unleashing a terrifyingly high temperature of extreme yang and strength that swept across all directions.

As this punch was unleashed, it was as if a Crimson Emperor wielding heavenly fire manifested in the void, carrying a domineering will to burn the heavens, and slammed fiercely forward.

"Thump!"

Two astonishing forces collided violently in mid-air.

The blinding divine light instantly engulfed the hundredth Heavenly Rank, and the violent energy ripples spread outwards like a tsunami, shaking the void to a humming sound.

Two astonishing forces collided violently in mid-air.

However, the terrifying aftershocks, powerful enough to shatter mountains and split seas, struck the white jade steps beneath their feet, only stirring up a soft, clear light.

This ancient path of trials, which has existed since time immemorial, carries the Dao and Dharma of countless geniuses. It is indestructible. No matter how the crimson-gold fist force and ancient runes rage, it remains as silent as an abyss, motionless, without even leaving the slightest trace.

As the divine light dissipated, Wang Dao retreated three steps, each step leaving a dull thud on the indestructible white jade steps.

He felt a sudden numbness in his right arm, and the surging blood and qi in his body almost got out of control.

In contrast, the boy in animal skin only took half a step back before regaining his footing, and his aura became even more fierce.

The foundation of the king's way is perfect, and his divine power is as vast as the sea, but his fighting skills are like a piece of uncarved jade.

The beast-skin boy opposite him, every punch and kick contained the purest killing intent, an instinct honed from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, each move aimed directly at vital points, without any fancy moves.

After a series of exchanges, Wang Dao was completely suppressed and fell into a disadvantageous position.

"roar!"

Wang Dao grew increasingly frenzied in battle, unleashing his divine power without reservation, causing the void to tremble with every punch he threw.

However, the boy in animal skin was like a true war god, always able to deflect his ferocious attacks with the most exquisite angle and the least cost, and launch a fatal counterattack.

At this moment, Wang Dao involuntarily recalled his master, the Martial Madman's, admonition tinged with the smell of alcohol:

"Kid, you have a treasure trove within you, but you don't know how to unearth it."

"The Prince of Zhenbei's Mansion can protect you for a while, but not forever."

"Without experiencing real life-or-death battles, you will always be just a rich young master who talks the talk but doesn't walk the walk."

"The giant spirit carries the mountain!"

Wang Dao made a hand seal with his left hand, and his fist suddenly changed, becoming heavy and ancient, as if he were really carrying a divine mountain on his back. When he punched out, even the air was compressed and made to make a popping sound.

"Burning Heaven Crimson Emperor!"

His right hand was ablaze with crimson flames, and his fist was scorching and domineering, like the blazing sun overhead.

His left hand was as heavy as a mountain, and his right hand was as fierce as fire. He forcibly merged these two completely different fist intentions, turning them into a destructive torrent that crashed down on his opponent.

Faced with this earth-shattering blow, a hint of admiration appeared in the eyes of the beast-skinned youth for the first time. However, he swayed, dodging the core of the punch like a ghost, while simultaneously letting out a disdainful sneer:

"You have brute force but no strategy. Did you develop these skills in a life of luxury?"

"When I was four years old, I fought for my life with the cubs of ancient species deep in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, using their bones to sharpen my teeth."

"If this is all you're capable of, then this trial can end now."

These words struck Wang Dao like a heavy hammer blow to his heart.

"Bullshit! I'm definitely winning today!"

Wang Dao roared, his eyes instantly turning bloodshot.

An unprecedented surge of violent blood energy erupted from the top of his head, transforming into a thick crimson pillar of light that stirred up the surrounding clouds. He no longer adhered to the rules of fist techniques, but instead unleashed his fighting instincts to the fullest.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The two fought again.

This time, Wang Dao went completely mad. His attacks no longer pursued subtlety, but instead pushed power, speed, and physical strength to the extreme. Fists, palms, fingers, elbows, knees... every part of his body became the most terrifying weapon.

Terrifying divine powers resounded continuously within the hundredth level of the space, with golden divine radiance colliding fiercely with ancient runes, unleashing wave after wave of energy surges.

After dozens of rounds of fierce fighting, the boy in animal skin was surprised to find that Wang Dao's disadvantages were disappearing at a visible speed.

His originally clumsy moves became more and more skillful, and every block and every counterattack began to carry a chilling ruthlessness.

He was like a sponge soaked in water, frantically absorbing his opponent's combat experience and integrating it into his own fighting instincts.

The situation is quietly turning around.