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.

thugs in front of them all backed away and made way for them. None of

Death radiating from his body. His

clenched his fists. They were turning purple from being clenched so tightly. He grabbed his saber and pointed at Philip who was approaching

he said that, someone

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

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

and stood forward. He yelled,

Clank!

making contact with each other resounded, then a broken blade flew across the air and landed on the

slashed a thin

left hand was still holding the knife in

his face like a waterfall. At this moment, he

body was shaking. He had lost the

He had a knife against Mitch’s

his entire body going cold. His eyes were like sharp knives. It broke his final line of defense, and at this moment,

was trembling all over. He was feeling the threat of death

who would laugh at him? It was the normal reaction to

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

His clothes were already drenched with his sweat. He did not have the imposing manner he had just

beg for mercy from this God of

was extremely remorseful now. Why did he cross this God of Death? He was really digging his own

doing something so dangerous for

he threatened Philip just now, he