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

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

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

that,

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

were backing away, Mitch’s

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

Clank!

then a broken blade flew across the

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

was still holding the knife in a chopping

his face like a waterfall. At this moment, he felt that death was

was shaking. He had lost the will

blood, and he was holding the hand of the beautiful woman. He had a knife against Mitch’s neck, yet his face was

eyes were like sharp knives. It broke his

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

would laugh at him? It was the normal reaction

can do well in the face of fear. Why? Do you still

entire body was limp. His clothes were already drenched with his sweat. He did

beg for mercy from this God of

he cross this God of Death? He

was doing something so dangerous for just

he threatened Philip just now, he was