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.

in front of them all backed away and made

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

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

that, someone

backward like a streamline. With a thud, he fell and rolled backward

away,

forward. He yelled, “I’m going

Clank!

blade flew across the air and landed

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

His left hand was still holding the knife in a chopping position, but the blade

of it were rolling down his face

entire body was shaking. He had

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 in the next

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

was feeling the threat of death so up close that it even made him wet

was the normal reaction

don’t think you can do well in the face of fear. Why? Do you still want

drenched with his sweat. He did not

badly to kneel and beg for mercy from this God of

this God of

something so dangerous

he threatened Philip just now, he was truly asking