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.

the God of Death radiating from

purple from being clenched so tightly. He grabbed his saber and pointed at Philip who was approaching him. He yelled, “Chop him to pieces!

said that, someone finally

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

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

stood forward.

Clank!

making contact with each other resounded, then a broken blade flew

knife in his hand and placed it against Mitch’s neck. The bloody knife slashed a

in a chopping position, but

it were rolling down his face

He had lost

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 as if he would take his life

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 so up close that

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

nose and snorted. “Sir Mitch, I don’t think you can do well in the face of fear. Why?

did not

to kneel and beg for mercy from this

this God of Death? He was really

so dangerous for just two

he thought back to how he threatened Philip just