The night grew ever darker.
It was now midnight, the deepest, darkest hour.
In front of the Zeng Family's large courtyard gate, these Martial Artists had been standing for several hours. However, they were all skilled practitioners with abundant energy and felt not the slightest fatigue. With no one having arrived for so long, and with many half-step Innates and two Family Heads wielding Saintly Arms in the rear courtyard, they had nothing to worry about. Some were even whispering amongst themselves.
"Hey, do you guys think that what's-his-name Qin Xuantian will really dare to come?"
"Heh heh, I doubt it. What kind of family is our Zeng Family? A thousand-year Martial Dao lineage! Some savage Martial Artist isn't worth a fart!"
"But I've heard that this Qin Xuantian is quite strong. He killed Master Yue Feng and Mister Ai. The Family Head must be furious and has sworn to kill him."
