Chapitre 74: 74 : Eric in Action

"Who are you blocking the door? Scram." It was Elder Frost's commanding voice that cut through the air, her words sharp and authoritative as she confronted the mob crowding around room 420.

"I said Scram, all of you!" her voice boomed, resonating with the power of her cultivation. The servants who had gathered like vultures scattered, their confidence waning under her formidable presence.

The young master of the Iron Fist Sect, however, stood his ground, his face a mask of indignation. "A servant from Clark Sect dared to assault me. I demand justice!" he bellowed, his voice echoing down the corridor.

Elder Frost spared him only a glance, her gaze icy and her stance unyielding. "Do not mistake my restraint for weakness," she warned, her voice laced with Qi, pushing him back effortlessly as if he were nothing more than a leaf in the wind.