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 way for them. None of

petrified. Philip had the air of the God of Death radiating from his

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

he said that,

flew backward like a streamline. With a thud,

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

stood forward. He yelled,

Clank!

other resounded, then a broken blade flew across the air and

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

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

sweat and beads of it were rolling down his face like a waterfall. At this moment, he

entire body was shaking. He had lost

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

eyes were like sharp knives. It broke his final line of defense, and at this moment, he felt like he was taking the most difficult walk in

of death so up

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

can do well in the

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

badly to kneel and beg for mercy from this God of

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

was doing something so dangerous for just

Philip just now, he was truly asking for