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.

of them all backed away and made way for them. None of

God of Death radiating from his body. His

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

that,

a streamline. With a thud, he fell and rolled backward on the ground. Then, he

away, Mitch’s heart was engulfed

his knife and stood forward. He yelled, “I’m going to

Clank!

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

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

knife in a chopping position, but the blade

cold sweat and beads of it were rolling down his face like

shaking. He had lost the will

hand of the beautiful woman. He had a knife against

knives. It broke his final line of defense, and at

death so up close that it even

normal reaction

you can do well in the face of fear.

sweat. He did not have the imposing

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

this God of Death? He was really

was doing something so dangerous

how he threatened Philip just now, he