He had no time to think more; the black-clothed swordsmen were already charging toward them.
"Why haven't the people from the Yuan Family arrived yet?" Zhou Xingbang looked at the men carefully and asked Zhao Yuanji, puzzled.
This time, each family had mobilized their elites, cultivated Death Soldiers over many years, and hired experts for a hefty sum. They had naturally contacted the Yuan Family beforehand, but strangely, until now, not a single person from the Yuan Family had shown up.
"Maybe something has held them up," Zhao Yuanji pondered and said.
"A battle today relates to the life and death of our families; what could be more important than this?" Zhou Xingbang shook his head and said.
Hearing this, Zhao Yuanji was also bewildered.
"Family Head Zhao, do you think that old fox from the Yuan Family has changed his mind?" Zhou Xingbang asked worried, concerned.
