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.

Wynn not see through Philip’s

on a

suicide mission to

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

worried

was her husband, Mila’s

back, Philip! Come

the doors with tears streaming down her face

has already said it! Kill the man and get the

it, but the remaining 20 to 30 men seemed to be running toward Philip at

were swarming him

was a scene common in

to 40 men. It was no easy feat

the Muay Thai champion in his stead, well, maybe it would still be fine. However, this was Philip Clarke we were talking

turned into Asura. Despite being surrounded by several tens of men who were

fast. His actions were precise with no unnecessary movements. He made it look so

gang of thugs. In

a piandao at hand, he slashed in smooth streams that sent blood flying and

around him

air again, the piandao was raised high before he pierced it into

landing, Philip lifted a leg to kick another. He stole the metal rod and the piandao

same moves on repeat, Philip had

in their dark red blood as they laid on the ground, the men