Chapter 298: The Wrath of the God of War

The air deep beneath the Xiao family estate was cold, still, and heavy with the scent of ancient stone and dormant machinery. It was a silence that preceded a storm. Before the immense, circular vault door, forged from an alloy unknown to the modern world and etched with intricate, interlocking patterns, Morgan Santee stood as if he were a statue carved from the same unyielding material. Flanking him were the cornerstones of his power. To his right, Xiao Long stood tall, the madness that had...