The First Heir

Men were all bloodthirsty beings, especially at the prompt of spilling fresh blood.

A moment of silence engulfed the thugs, but it was soon broken by their howls. Who were they to feel fear? Especially when there were 30 to 40 of them! Surely they would be able to kill him, right?

They ran forward anyway, effectively disregarding the words Philip had said.

Philip scoffed and lifted his hand to slash downward, landing a gash on two thugs who were dashing in front!

Wynn stood behind the revolving door as she watched the man with a piandao in one hand. His usually bright eyes were cloudy and hooded with anger!

Unable to calm herself, her chest swarmed with an indescribable feeling.

Her husband was this impressive…

For a moment, Wynn realized she could no longer see through Philip Clarke, a rich man who was also exceptional at fighting!

She would never forget this scene for the rest of her life.

Philip dashed out with a piandao in his hand, leaving a bloodied but clear path in his wake!

Leaning forward like a cheetah in the night, wails and dismembered arms followed wherever he went!

Philip turned himself into a target, a target for the thugs to slash and cut!

He was shifting their attention to him, changing the battleground into somewhere with a better clearing.

the clever Wynn not see through

on

suicide mission to

her onyx orbs landed on Philip who was drenched head-to-toe in blood, her heart

was worried

was her husband, Mila’s

back, Philip! Come

the doors with tears streaming down her face as she bawled. She

already said it! Kill the

who roared it, but the remaining 20 to 30

swarming him

a scene common

30 to 40 men. It was no easy feat to escape unless one was an

However, this was Philip Clarke

to have turned into Asura. Despite being surrounded by several tens of men who were attacking from all

made it look

of thugs. In fact, he even dashed into where they were most

hand, he slashed in smooth streams that sent blood flying and wails ringing

around him in a

he pierced it into the clavicle of a thug. Blood

stole the metal rod and

repeat, Philip had cleared a

as they laid on the ground, the