Chapter 1172 - Sent Off by Ten Thousand Beasts
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Peerless Battle Spirit Chapter 1172 - Sent Off by Ten Thousand Beasts

"You people of the South-Heaven Sacred Ground deciding people's fate without being reasonable. It disgusts me! Does the South-Heaven Sacred Ground and that worthless door think you can do whatever you want in the Canglan Continent? You should first ask for permission from the sword in my hand!"

A terrifying voice exploded in the rift.

An illusionary figure with wildly dancing hair in a flapping white robe suddenly appeared from the clouds with an overwhelming aura, which felt like it could shatter the Heavens and Earth.

"Are you...the Magical Hair Sword God?"

Martial Monarch Nanjian was absolutely stunned, whose eyes were filled with a hint of terror!

"Magical Hair Sword God?"

"The Anti-Heaven Alliance?"

"The Anti-Heaven Alliance that opposes the South-Heaven Sacred Ground, they are here too?"

The Martial Monarchs were dumbfounded!

The Anti-Heaven Alliance had been formed five years previously by the Magical Hair Sword God, who had disappeared from the Canglan Continent for two thousand years.

The entire faction remained extremely low-profile; no one knew how many experts had joined them. The only thing they knew was that the Anti-Heaven Alliance was formed primarily to oppose the South-Heaven Gate and the South-Heaven Sacred Ground. Besides, every time they made their move, it would result in a great loss for the South-Heaven Sacred Ground!

To everyone's surprise, the Magical Hair Sword God of the Anti-Heaven Alliance would involve himself personally for Qin Nan's sake!

"Break!"

The figure with the dancing hair wearing a white robe among the clouds snapped coldly. At that instant, countless sword intents poured downward, which stacked together forming a nine- hundred and ninety-nine zhang long dragon which lunged at Martial Monarch Nanjian with a deafening roar!

"Crap! Run!"

Martial Monarch Nanjian's face turned pale as he swung his sleeves without hesitation, dragging the elders and disciples of the three great factions with him. A strong sword intent burst out from his body which teleported them into the rift!

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