"Wei Fu! You've gone too far!" Gongsun Qing snapped.
He was dead either way, and the Gongsun Family would be wiped out regardless.
Why should he grovel and beg Wei Fu?
"What? Couldn't keep up the act any longer?" Wei Fu had long known what sort of man Gongsun Qing was, so he wasn't surprised.
"Wei Fu, I know you're powerful, but understand this: even a cornered rabbit will bite! If you insist on bringing us to drawn swords and strung bows, even you won't gain much from it!" Gongsun Qing threatened.
Things had already reached this point. He didn't mind tearing away every last pretense.
He hoped Wei Fu would take his words to heart and think them over carefully.
"Since you refuse to go to your death, Patriarch Gongsun, I'll have to send you on your way myself."
The moment Wei Fu finished speaking, Gongsun Qing roared, "Don't you dare!"
Then he shouted, "Where are the Gongsun Family's Death Warriors!"
At once, noises rang out from the walls, the rooftops, and every direction as a crowd of people rushed out.
Their eyes were clouded and vacant, as though they were puppets.
Wei Fu counted at least two or three hundred of them.
"Wei Fu, my men may not compare to your Divine Court Guards, but as the saying goes, the strong fear the fierce, and the fierce fear those who don't care whether they live!"
"These Death Warriors I've raised will sacrifice themselves without hesitation at a single command from me."
"Even if you win in the end, I guarantee you'll pay a heavy price before you do."
"Rather than kill a thousand enemies and lose eight hundred of your own, why not keep one eye open and the other closed, and leave me and the Gongsun Family