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.

made way for them. None of them dared to touch this

of the God of Death radiating from his body. His

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

that, someone finally

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

away,

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

Clank!

flew across the air and landed on the floor. It

Mitch’s neck. The bloody knife slashed

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

drenched in cold sweat and beads of it were rolling down his face like a waterfall. At this moment, he felt that death was

was shaking. He had lost the will to

against Mitch’s neck, yet his face was calm. It was as if he

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

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

normal

don’t think you can do well in

He did not have

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

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

something so dangerous for just two

he thought back to how he threatened Philip just now, he was