"Bastard!"
Wei Cheng was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his expression a mix of shock and anger. As the Emperor of Da Li, to be mocked so openly, even the most composed person would be furious.
Thus, Wei Cheng drew his magic sword and shouted, "Devil, you may defeat the Da Li Dynasty, but you will not defeat our Wei Royal Family. Everyone, charge with me, fight this devil to the end."
Only Wei Cheng's angry roar echoed on the scene; there wasn't the slightest movement behind him.
The princes and princesses of the Wei family did not move a step. The father who had just urged them to fight now asked them to willingly follow the dynasty to destruction; no one would believe Wei Cheng's words anymore.
If Wei Cheng had not acted like that earlier, perhaps a few adult princes and princesses would have chosen to die heroically in the name of loyalty and righteousness.
