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.

made way for them. None of them

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

so tightly. He grabbed his saber and pointed at Philip

that, someone

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

his brothers who were backing away, Mitch’s

his knife and stood forward. He yelled, “I’m going to

Clank!

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

it against Mitch’s neck. The bloody knife slashed a thin red line on his neck.

knife in a chopping position, but the blade of the

forehead was drenched in cold sweat and beads of it were rolling down his face like a waterfall. At this moment, he felt that death

He had lost

had a knife against Mitch’s neck, yet his face

knives. It broke his final line

over. He was feeling the threat of death so up close that it even

who would laugh at him? It was the normal reaction to being faced with such a powerful

and snorted. “Sir Mitch, I don’t think you can do well in the face

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

beg for mercy from this God of

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

dangerous for

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