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.

them all backed away and made way for

the air of the God of Death radiating from his body. His imposing manner caused

tightly. He grabbed his saber and pointed at Philip who was approaching him. He yelled, “Chop him to

he said that, someone finally

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

who were backing away, Mitch’s

his knife and stood forward.

Clank!

a broken blade flew

Mitch’s neck. The bloody knife slashed a

holding the knife in a chopping

and beads of it were rolling down his face like

body was shaking. He had lost the

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

his entire body going cold. His eyes were like sharp knives. It broke his

of death so up close that it even made

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

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

sweat. He did not have the imposing manner he had just now. He

to kneel and beg for mercy from this

cross this God of Death? He

so dangerous for just

thought back to how he threatened Philip just