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.

of them all backed away and made way for them. None of them

God of Death radiating from his body. His imposing manner caused

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! Whoever kills

he said that, someone finally

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

his brothers who were backing away, Mitch’s heart was

forward. He yelled, “I’m

Clank!

then a broken blade flew across the air and landed on

hand and placed it against Mitch’s neck. The bloody knife slashed a thin red line on his neck. Blood began dripping

was still holding the knife in

it were rolling down his

entire body was shaking. He had lost the

the beautiful woman. He had a knife against Mitch’s neck, yet his face was calm. It was as if he would

His eyes were like sharp knives. It broke his final line of defense, and at this moment, he felt like he was taking the

threat of death so up close that

him? It was the normal

Mitch, I don’t think you can do well in the face of fear. Why? Do you still want to take

limp. His clothes were already drenched with his sweat. He did not have the imposing manner he had just now.

and beg for mercy from this God

Why did he cross this God of Death? He was really digging

so dangerous for just two

threatened Philip just now,