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.

terrified thugs in front of them all backed away and made way for

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

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!

that,

a blink of an eye, that person flew backward like a streamline. With a

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

stood forward. He yelled, “I’m

Clank!

then a broken blade flew across

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

holding the knife in a chopping position, but the

drenched in cold sweat and beads of it were rolling down his face like a waterfall. At this

shaking. He had lost the will to

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

knives. It broke his final line of defense, and at this moment, he felt like he was taking the most difficult walk in

threat of death so up close that it even made him

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

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 God of

this God of Death? He was really digging his own

something so dangerous for just

thought back to how he threatened Philip just now,