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 Philip’s

on a suicide

mission

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

worried

her

back, Philip!

against the doors with tears streaming down her face as she bawled. She sat limply on

it! Kill the man

20 to 30 men seemed to be running toward Philip at the same

swarming him like

scene common in

was no easy feat to escape unless one was an absolute

maybe it would still be fine. However, this was Philip Clarke

moment, Philip seemed to have turned into Asura. Despite being surrounded by several tens of men who

fast. His actions were precise with no unnecessary movements. He made it look so simple, slashing his piandao again and again. It was a

against the ferocious gang of thugs. In fact, he even dashed into

streams that sent blood flying and wails ringing

flopped around

into the air again, the piandao was raised high before he pierced it into the clavicle of a thug. Blood spurted out, and he dropped onto the

kick another. He stole the metal rod and

on repeat, Philip had cleared a two-meter

they laid on the ground, the men