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

saber and pointed at Philip who was approaching him. He yelled, “Chop him to pieces! Whoever kills him, I’ll let him be the vice

that,

backward like a streamline. With a thud, he fell

at his brothers who were backing away, Mitch’s

stood forward. He yelled, “I’m

Clank!

with each other resounded, then a broken blade flew across the air and landed

placed it against Mitch’s neck. The bloody knife slashed a thin

His left hand was still holding the knife in a chopping position, but

cold sweat and beads of it were rolling down his face like a waterfall. At this moment, he felt

was shaking. He had lost the will to

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

knives. It broke his final line

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

the normal reaction

don’t think you can do well

with his sweat. He did not have the imposing manner he

wanted so badly to kneel and beg for mercy from this God

extremely remorseful now. Why did he cross this God

doing something so dangerous for just

threatened Philip