“Protect Young Scholar Ye Xiao!”
As the blood-crazed Second Prince Qian Ye—burning the final ten years of his lifespan with three forbidden Rank 4 Peak Life-Burning Blood Pills to force his aura up. To Half-Step Rank 4 right Peak (Stage 8–9 Qi Gathering)—leapt across the central white-jade stage swinging his four-foot Royal Dragon Blood-Saber in a twenty-foot crescent of foul crimson blade-fire. Seventy-two-year-old Old Marshal Tie , at Rank 4 Peak.
General Tie-Shan , at Rank 4 Mid, both vaulted over their banquet tables to intercept him!
At the same instant, Grandpa Yao , at Rank 4 Mid, Grandpa Fu , at Rank 4 Mid. Academy Dean Kong , at Rank 4 Late, surged forward with their spiritual auras blazing, ready to smash the rabid prince into the flagstones. He could come within ten paces of the children.
“Hold your steps, Marshal Tie, Dean Kong, Grandpa Yao.”
A single calm, resonant voice rang out from the head of the central guest table.
Gu Changsheng , at Rank 4 Peak, didn’t draw his [Iron Wok Spatula], nor did he reach for his [Seven-Wolves Disciplinary Belt]. In fact, he didn’t even stand up from his bamboo armchair.
He simply raised his left hand two inches above the tablecloth and pressed his palm gently toward the stage.
