Chapter 1672 - The Truth Form of the Six Desires
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Peerless Battle Spirit Chapter 1672 - The Truth Form of the Six Desires

Three-thirds of the disciples and elders of the Falling Dawn Sect had arrived.

Qin Nan was completely surrounded by people. A strong murderous aura lingered in the air.

In addition to it, more disciples and elders continued to make their way toward the dojo.

However, Qin Nan did not seem too surprised. He already knew he was going to take on the entire sect the moment he made his decision.

"Unstoppable Step!"

Qin Nan made his move again, dodging the Immortal Arts executed by the three Peerless Geniuses and more than twenty disciples.

However, there were simply too many cultivators attacking him. Despite his outstanding speed and the ability of his Golden Eyes of the Divine God of Battle, thirty of the Immortal Arts still landed on him.

"Sky-Stride Blow!"

In the nick of time, Qin Nan vanished from his spot and reappeared on the top of the mountain. He slashed at the elders with the Heaven-Shattering Saber.

"Crap..."

The elders were startled. Everything had happened so quickly that they could not react in time. They cried out in agony and fell to their death when the saber intents struck them.

"Such an eerie Immortal Art, he was able to move instantly to another spot and take his targets by surprise."

Yu Mingfou, the two Peerless Geniuses, the elders and the disciples were startled.

"Zone of Destruction, Sky-Desolating Saber Art!"

Qin Nan continued to strike, executing a series of killing blows.

More cries of agony took place as blood splattered across the place.

However, the terrifying strength he displayed had only slightly intimidated the people. They did not stop coming.

The reason was that most cultivators of the Falling Dawn Sect had arrived.

From afar, it seemed as if the mountain top, mountain waist, and mountain base were densely packed with godly glows. The cultivators that died were nothing but a single drop of water in a lake.

"We can't allow him to keep using the same moves. Otherwise, he could easily last for an hour in the battle!"

A middle-aged man with short hair, wearing a sacred, blue robe immediat

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