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.

of them all backed away and made

the God of Death

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

said that,

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

who were backing away, Mitch’s heart was engulfed with flames of

and stood forward. He yelled, “I’m

Clank!

knives making contact with each other resounded, then a broken blade flew

in his hand and placed it against Mitch’s neck. The bloody knife slashed a thin red line on his neck. Blood began dripping from the

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

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

body was shaking. He

of the beautiful woman. He had a knife against Mitch’s

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

all over. He was feeling the threat of death so up

the normal reaction to being faced with

his nose and snorted. “Sir Mitch, I 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

badly to kneel and beg

cross this God of Death? He was really digging his own

was doing something so dangerous for just two

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