The First Heir

Wynn was wearing a pair of high heels. When she walked to Philip, her heels clicked on the ground like a piano recital. She looked panic-stricken.

She was a woman, after all. The smell of blood was in the air, and there were broken arms scattered all over the floor. Each severed limb was covered in blood. She wanted to vomit, but she held it in.

30 to 40 men were trying to chop someone up in broad daylight. The scene looked like a warzone, and the ground was painted with blood.

If Philip were not here, she could not imagine what would have happened instead.

Philip looked at Wynn who was standing next to him. There was a gentle smile on his face.

Just like that, under everyone’s watchful gaze, Philip reached out an arm and grabbed Wynn’s tiny waist.

Wynn shivered. She looked at Philip in disbelief.

Was Philip still her spineless husband?

When did he have these skills? He looked like an assassin in the movies.

Philip chuckled and grabbed Wynn’s hand. He asked, “Are you ready?”

Wynn furrowed her brows and let out a long exhale. “I’m ready.”

Then, Philip walked out with Wynn while everyone watched.

An unexplainable feeling rose into Wynn’s heart when Philip grabbed her hand. The worries in her heart vanished in an instant.

and made

petrified. Philip had the air of the God of Death radiating from his body. His imposing manner caused their bones

his fists. They were turning purple from being clenched so tightly. He grabbed his saber and pointed at Philip who was approaching him. He yelled, “Chop him to pieces!

said that,

a streamline. With a thud, he fell and rolled backward on the ground. Then, he was

away, Mitch’s heart was

and stood forward.

Clank!

contact with each other resounded, then a broken blade flew across the air and landed on the floor. It produced

knife slashed a thin red line on his neck. Blood began dripping from the

hand was still holding the knife in a chopping position, but the blade of

rolling down his face like a waterfall. At

He had

woman. He had a knife against Mitch’s neck, yet his face was calm.

eyes were like sharp knives. It broke his final line of defense,

death so

the normal reaction to

scrunched up his nose and snorted. “Sir Mitch, I don’t think you can do well in the face of fear.

did not have

wanted so badly to kneel and beg for mercy

now. Why did he cross this God of Death?

was doing something so dangerous for

thought back to how he threatened Philip just now, he was truly