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.

away and made way for them. None of

Philip had the air of the God of Death radiating from his body.

grabbed his saber and pointed at Philip who was approaching him. He yelled,

that,

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

were backing away, Mitch’s

stood forward.

Clank!

sound of knives making contact with each other resounded, then a broken blade flew across the air and landed on the floor. It produced a loud and crisp

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

in a chopping position, but the blade of the knife was

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

body was shaking. He

had a knife against Mitch’s neck, yet his face was calm. It was as if he would take his life in the next

looked into Philip’s eyes briefly and he could feel his entire body going cold. His eyes were like sharp knives. It broke his final line of defense, and at this moment, he felt like he was taking the most

all over. He was feeling the threat of death

It was the normal

think you can do well in

limp. His clothes were already drenched with his sweat. He did not have the imposing manner he had just now. He stammered, “No… I

badly to kneel and beg for mercy from this God

Why did he cross this God of Death? He was

was doing something so dangerous

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