Wu He was delighted by Lu Song's flattery and threw his head back in laughter. "Since you're so good with words, you won't have to die today!"
Lu Song froze. Looking at Wu He, he asked, "Holy Son, may I ask why you have come here today..."
Wu He looked at Zhao Xing atop the spirit vessel and said, "I've come for Zhao Xing's life. Your father, Marquis of the Central River, guards the Central River Domain, and you're his only son. If you die, it will be quite a blow to the Marquis of the Central River. Consider this a lesson for him—a reminder of what happens when he opposes our Great Wu Dynasty!"
"However, if they're willing to kneel and beg me to spare their lives, perhaps I'll be in a good mood and show mercy by letting them live."
Wu He wore a smug smile.
Hearing this, Lu Song hurriedly called out to Zhao Xing behind him, "Zhao Xing, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and beg for mercy! The Quasi-Holy Son Wu He is here. Do you really think you still have the strength to resist?"
Hearing Lu Song's words, Zhao Xing let out a cold laugh and looked at Wu He. "The sons of my Zhao family have never known how to kneel and beg for mercy! Otherwise, His Majesty the Emperor Xiao would never have allowed my father to control the Central River Domain!"
"Besides, since the Quasi-Holy Son Wu He is here, and I've witnessed what the Quasi-Holy Son Wu He has done..."
"I have to say, I, Zhao Xing, am merely a minor martial artist whose cultivation hasn't even reached the Life Extinction Realm. Yet the Quasi-Holy Son Wu He is bullying the weak. It's truly contemptible!"
"Is this the bearing