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 them dared to touch

of the God of Death radiating from his body. His imposing manner caused their

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

he said that, someone

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

away, Mitch’s heart was engulfed with

and stood forward. He yelled,

Clank!

with each other resounded, then a broken blade flew across the air and landed on the floor. It produced a

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

shaking uncontrollably. His left hand was still holding the knife in a

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

was shaking. He had lost the

was holding the hand of 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

could feel his entire body going cold. His eyes were like sharp knives. It broke his

He was feeling the threat of death so up close that

who would laugh at him? It was the normal reaction

I don’t think you can do well in the face of

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

to kneel and beg for mercy

remorseful now. Why did he cross this God of

doing something so dangerous for just

threatened Philip just now, he was truly asking for