One's Own Fists

"Stop!"

Then someone rushed up from the side, standing between the two of them. 

"Dear?!"

The first to stop was Xing Huang, who lowered her fists at the sight of her husband, who raised his hands. And upon seeing both of them, Ming Yue lowered her swords. The flashing glow in her eyes dissipated as Pale Moon was released. 

Seeing them lower their weapons, Xing Long had a nervous look on his face before sighing. As he relaxed, he looked at the both of them. 

"If this duel had gone any further, there might not be a ceremony left to celebrate", he said. 

Hearing this, the two women looked around, realizing the destruction that they had caused to the arena. On top of that, everyone that had been watching before were now standing back far from the arena. 

They weren't quite afraid but certainly didn't want to get caught in the fight.