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 them

petrified. Philip had the air of the God of Death radiating from his body. His imposing manner caused their bones to

clenched 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

he said that, someone

With a thud, he fell and

brothers who were backing away, Mitch’s

lifted his knife and stood forward.

Clank!

each other resounded, then a broken blade flew across

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

still holding the knife in a chopping position,

of it were rolling down his

shaking. He

beautiful woman. He had a knife against Mitch’s neck, yet his face was calm.

knives. It

over. He was feeling the threat of death so up close that

was the normal reaction to being faced with such a

think you can do well in the face of fear. Why?

already drenched with his sweat. He did not

wanted so badly to kneel and beg

did he cross this God of Death? He was really digging his

so dangerous

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