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.

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

of Death radiating from his body. His imposing manner caused their bones

turning purple from being clenched so tightly. He grabbed his saber and pointed at Philip who was approaching him.

he said that,

flew backward like a streamline. With a thud, he fell and rolled backward

at his brothers who were backing away, Mitch’s heart was engulfed with flames of

his knife and stood forward. He yelled,

Clank!

a broken blade flew across the air and landed on the floor. It produced a loud

The bloody knife slashed a thin red line on his neck. Blood

knife in a chopping position, but the blade of

beads of it were rolling down his face like a waterfall. At this moment,

body was shaking. He had lost the will

of the beautiful woman. He had a knife against Mitch’s neck, yet his face

like sharp knives. It broke his final line of defense, and at

the threat of death so up close that it even made him

the normal reaction to being faced with such a powerful

can do well

with his sweat. He did not have the imposing manner he had just now. He stammered, “No…

wanted so badly to kneel and beg for mercy from this

this God

so dangerous for

to how he threatened Philip