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

on a

suicide mission to save

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

was worried about

was her

Philip! Come

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

Mitch has already said it! Kill the man and get

knew who roared it, but the remaining 20 to 30 men seemed

him like wild

scene

was no easy feat to escape

well, maybe it would still be fine. However, this was Philip Clarke we were talking about. No one had expected

several tens of men who were attacking from all

with no unnecessary movements. He made it look so simple, slashing

thugs. In fact, he even dashed

he slashed in smooth streams that sent blood

flopped around him

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

to kick another. He stole the metal rod and the

ministrations of the same moves on repeat, Philip

they laid on