"It's the Witch Clan again, let's fight them to the end!"
"Death is the same everywhere, better to die here with a clear heart!"
The cultivators were all furiously agitated, making a clamor.
Wu Yang turned to the cultivators and said, "Brothers, for the past few years we've had enough of the dark, damp days, always at risk of being captured by the Witch Clan. Now we've finally come to this Mortal World's paradise, and our king is willing to take us in. If we don't give our all now, when will we? If we fend off the Witch Clan and don't die, each one of us will be a minister from the dragon's lineage!"
Having said this, Wu Yang turned and kowtowed, "I am willing to die for our king's longevity!"
The cultivators all kowtowed as well, shouting in unison for the king's longevity.