"Liu Guifen..."
Aunt Xiang silently chewed on the name, her expression slightly complex.
The Cross Corner Street has been very unsettled in the past half year, with occurrences of inverted pagoda anomalies and the brutal struggles over the North Street Master position.
Initially, ruthless figures from all sides took turns appearing.
They were death apostles renowned across the five regions, needless to mention their combat strength.
Either as top figures in underground sects or leaders of dark factions, each held nicknames that could terrify ordinary Spiritual Cultivators, stopping babies' night cries.
Such as: Lord of Heaven's Destruction, Dark Night Supreme, Ninth Sword Emperor...
But it was still not enough.
These people could seize the throne of Northern Realm Master, but ultimately couldn't escape the rounds of assassination from equally powerful experts.
In one phrase, it's easier to fight for power, but much harder to keep it!
Until that man stepped forward...
