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

Wang Dao stood with his hands behind his back, carefully contemplating the weight of the three words "indestructible skin".

"Invulnerable to all laws, indestructible... While this description is somewhat exaggerated, if one truly reached that level, one would have already become a saint or ancestor."

"But this indestructible skin is clearly an entry ticket to that supreme realm of physical perfection."

His fingers gently caressed his skin, which was as tough as divine iron, feeling the terrifying recoil force hidden deep within the membrane.

"Defense increases tenfold, and it can counteract 30% of the force of opponents of the same level."

"This attribute is practically a hedgehog armor tailor-made for close combat."

A battle simulation diagram quickly formed in Wang Dao's mind.

Previously, with his perfect Golden Membrane Realm foundation, he had briefly fought against Wang Long, who possessed the Dragon Spine Realm cultivation.

In that battle, although he narrowly won by skill, he was at a complete disadvantage in terms of pure strength.

After all, no matter how tough the skin is, it can't be tougher than those bones that have been forged through countless trials.

The Dragon Spine Realm, where bones are forged like a dragon, allows for a qualitative leap in the amplification of strength through the leverage power unleashed by the skeleton.

"From my observation, although Wang Long has entered the Dragon Spine Realm, he is most likely still at the Silver Bone level, and may even have some impurities. He has definitely not reached the legendary Golden Bone."

Wang Dao's eyes flashed as he calmly analyzed the strengths and weaknesses of both sides.

"Now that I have cultivated the Indestructible Skin, in terms of physical defense alone, I am no less than him, and may even be better."

"Although in terms of pure strength, I am still inferior to him without having refined my bones, I have a counter-force effect, plus the 'Giant Spirit Mountain-Carrying Fist' at its peak..."

"If we fight again, I won't retreat a single step!"

At this moment, an unprecedented surge of confidence welled up in Wang Dao's heart.

In high spirits, he pushed open the attic door, basking in the warm afternoon sun, and strode towards the training ground.

"Then let's try out this brand new body!"

"drink!"

With a low shout, Wang Dao suddenly moved.

This time, he did not deliberately restrain his power. The "Giant Spirit Mountain-Carrying Fist" at the Great Perfection level was unleashed in his hands, and it was like an ancient ferocious beast going berserk.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

With each punch, the air in front of him seemed to be sucked away instantly, followed by a thunderous explosion.

His steps were incredibly heavy, and with each step, the entire ground of the Hidden Dragon Pavilion would tremble slightly, as if it were not a person practicing boxing, but a young Tyrannosaurus Rex in human skin rampaging wildly.

Although the violent blood and energy did not burst out of his body, the suffocatingly hot pressure caused the air around the training ground to distort.

The servants who were cleaning the courtyard were so frightened by the terrifying commotion that they dropped their brooms and buckets.

"Good heavens...is this really the Seventh Young Master?"

"That was terrifying! The force of that punch stung my face, and even from this distance, I felt like I couldn't breathe!"

"It's only been a few days? The Seventh Young Master has become so powerful! This is no good-for-nothing at all; he is clearly a peerless prodigy bestowed upon my royal family by Heaven!"

As everyone gazed at the figure that appeared and disappeared in the smoke and dust, like a god or demon, their awe reached its peak.

In their eyes, this once unknown Seventh Prince is now an unapproachable young deity.

"Ding! Drill over, Source Points +1."

As Wang Dao listened to the pleasant notification sound in his mind, he was about to turn around and go back to his room when a noisy argument broke the tranquility of Qianlong Pavilion.

"Get out of my way! Do I need to announce my arrival to you lackeys just to see my own brother?"

Immediately afterward, several servants staggered in, looking anxiously at Wang Dao: "Seventh Young Master, Sixth Young Master and the others insisted on forcing their way in, we servants really..."

Wang Dao casually waved his hand, signaling his servants to leave.

He turned around, his deep eyes narrowing slightly, revealing a hint of mocking coldness.

"After beating the third brother, the sixth brother came."

"These grasshoppers in the Prince's mansion are really restless; they're all lining up to jump out."

In my line of sight, a group of well-dressed young men and women swaggered into the courtyard.

The leader, dressed in a flamboyant royal blue brocade robe with a jade belt around his waist, walked with a somewhat unsteady gait. He was none other than the sixth young master of the Prince's Mansion, the notoriously good-for-nothing Wang Wu.

Behind him followed several cousins ​​from other branches of the family, each with their noses in the air and a fake smile on their face, as if they were enjoying the spectacle.

Upon seeing Wang Dao, Wang Wu's previously arrogant and domineering face instantly transformed into an extremely affected and friendly smile as he strode forward.

"Oh dear, seventh brother! You've been so hard for your older brother to find!"

Wang Wu sighed dramatically, his gaze sweeping over Wang Dao's bare torso. A hint of jealousy flashed in his eyes, but he said sarcastically:

"Since our parting at the family banquet, I have sent people several times to invite you to my residence for a chat and to renew our relationship, but you, Seventh Brother, have never left your home."

"What? Now that you've climbed the social ladder by marrying into the royal family, you've even abandoned your own blood brothers?"

Several young men and women behind them echoed the sentiment, their tone sarcastic.

"Yes, Seventh Brother, we're all family, you're really hurting people's feelings."

"Could it be that you look down on people like us because we're not very talented, and you don't want to bother with us?"

Faced with the group's subtle threats, Wang Dao leisurely picked up a handkerchief from the side and carefully wiped his fingers, his movements elegant and composed, as if the people standing in front of him were not a group of troublesome guests, but a swarm of buzzing flies.

Only after wiping each finger clean did Wang Dao raise his eyelids, a half-smile curving his lips.

"Since Sixth Brother knows they are his own brothers, he should know even more about how to be a guest."

Wang Dao casually tossed the handkerchief in his hand, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable chill:

"Those who come uninvited are called thieves, and those who forcibly break into private homes are called bandits."

"Sixth Brother, instead of being a proper young master, you insist on behaving like a rude bandit, barging into my Hidden Dragon Pavilion. Is this the brotherhood you speak of?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Wu's fake smile froze instantly, then cracked little by little, turning into a furious, livid expression.

He never expected that the once timid and submissive Wang Dao would become so sharp-tongued and even dare to humiliate him in public.

"Wang Dao! How dare you!"

A cousin of Wang Wu jumped out from behind him, pointed at Wang Dao's nose, and shouted sternly:

"Sixth Brother came to see you out of kindness, and you dare to spout such arrogant words?"

"Don't think that just because you've gained some minor cultivation and are fortunate enough to have the Princess's favor, you can act with impunity in this palace!"

"Without the princess, what are you?"

"Exactly! It's always better to be humble. Don't get arrogant just because you're starting to see some success!"

The crowd started talking all at once, trying to overwhelm Wang Dao with their words.

However, Wang Dao, who was at the center of the storm, had an even brighter smile on his face and a more intense sarcasm in his eyes.

"Keep a low profile?"

Wang Dao chuckled and took a step forward.

"boom!"

With just one step, a chillingly fierce aura suddenly erupted from his body, like a sleeping beast opening its sleepy eyes and coldly staring at its prey.

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze sharp as a knife, piercing Wang Wu's eyes, his tone utterly contemptuous:

"I am lawless, I am unscrupulous."

"My dear sixth brother, what can you do to me?"