"Stop!"
Han Qingcheng arrived in an instant, blocking Liu Dong's path. He took a palm strike from Jiang Yebai, knocking him back. Han Qingcheng then glared at Gongsun Yi, his rage uncontrollable, and roared, "Gongsun Yi, you have failed to discipline your followers, letting your disciple steal another's beloved! And now you want to kill my disciple to vent your anger? You've gone too far!"
As his voice fell, he scanned the crowd, cupped his fist in his hand, and said, "Fellow martial artists, my Cangwu Sect is a respected name in Shu State. For the Iron Sword Sect's invitation, I could have simply sent a disciple. Instead, I came personally to offer my congratulations. I have given Gongsun Yi more than enough face!
"Just now, I made every concession, as all of you witnessed. Yet, he still wants to kill my disciple without reason. If I were to stand by and do nothing, how could I call myself a master? What face would my Cangwu Sect have left to stand on in this Jiuzhou Land?"
