Scatter the Blood of the Neal Family

Only through battle could one truly gauge their strength!

While Malachi Zadroga remained stunned, he showcased his formidable prowess. 

Rising to prominence in the Hall of Souls, where genius abounded, and subduing peers of equal caliber with his saint realm cultivation was no mean feat. 

It was extraordinary, especially for a rogue cultivator to achieve such heights. 

Without opportunity, it would be hard to believe.

Malachi gripped his spear tightly. 

As its cold light gleamed, a sharp spear intent emanated from it, enveloping him. 

A faint path seemed to materialize around him—the shadow of a long spear, standing between heaven and earth, pushing the boundaries of the martial path. 

It was the culmination of mastering the great paths, akin to the transformation of the great path into a spear—a display of the pinnacle of cultivation.

"Attack!" Malachi commanded.