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.

all backed away and made way for them. None of them dared to touch

air of the God of Death radiating from his body. His

fists. 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! Whoever kills him, I’ll let

said that,

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

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

stood forward. He yelled, “I’m going

Clank!

flew across the air and landed on the

neck. The bloody knife slashed a thin red line on his neck. Blood began dripping from

holding the knife in a chopping position, but

beads of it were rolling down his face like a waterfall. At this

body was shaking. He had lost the will to

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

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

of death

him? It was the normal reaction to being faced

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

his sweat. He did not have the imposing manner he

so badly to kneel and beg for mercy from

remorseful now. Why did he cross this God of

so dangerous for just

to how he threatened Philip