Chapter 116 Wrath of the Inheritor

Marcus stood tall, his gaze as cold as winter steel. "You're asking what I'm doing? Don't play dumb. The moment you thought I was dead, you were ready to descend on my clan like vultures, weren't you?" Moments earlier, when the world believed Marcus had perished, many in the crowd had indeed entertained dark ambitions. And these five before him—these were the worst of them. Their aura had already begun to stir, poised to strike.