The Piaoxiang Tower, usually bustling with patrons, was now completely deserted. At the street corner, several hundred martial cultivators had gathered. Among these cultivators, a small portion were Yin Talisman Sect members, likely subordinates of Steward Hu Shuo; the larger portion consisted of hundreds of elite Black Tiger Gang members. Both sides had already drawn their swords and were facing off at the street corner.
At the center of the street corner, Sima Liuyun stood before five Black Tiger Gang stewards. A cold smile played at the corner of his lips. "Steward Hu Shuo, he's just an old man selling pancakes. Do you think the Black Tiger Gang can't capture him? Besides, with your Mid-grade Third Layer cultivation, do you really think you can stop me, Sima Liuyun?"
