The young master of the Iron Fist Sect, his nose bloodied by Eric's unexpected blow, roared in rage. With a forceful swing of his fist, he aimed for Eric.
But in the nick of time, Eric who anticipated his move, took a back step and slammed the door.
The young master's fist, devoid of Qi, struck the hard wood, and he crumpled to the ground, clutching his hand in agony.
"Break down those damn doors!" he commanded through gritted teeth, fury igniting his voice.
His entourage of servants leapt into action, throwing themselves against the solid barrier, using all kind of attacks to push it hard.
Outside, the commotion escalated as disciples and sect members were drawn to the scene by the cacophony.
"Isn't that the scion of the Iron Fist Sect? What in the heavens happened to him?" The lady from the Rose Petal Sect who met Eric yesterday, inquired, her surprise evident as she emerged onto the scene.
