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.

them all backed away and made way for them. None of

God of Death radiating from his

clenched so tightly. He grabbed his saber and pointed at Philip who

that, someone

blink of an eye, that person flew backward like a streamline. With a thud,

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

forward. He yelled,

Clank!

sound of knives making contact with each other resounded, then a broken blade flew across the air and landed on the floor. It produced a loud

slashed a thin red line on his

holding the knife in a chopping position, but the blade of the knife

in cold sweat and beads of it were rolling down his face like a waterfall. At

entire body was shaking. He had lost

and he was holding the hand of the beautiful woman. He had a knife against Mitch’s neck, yet his face was

sharp knives. It broke his final line of defense, and at this moment, he felt like he was taking

the threat of death so

the normal

up his nose and snorted. “Sir Mitch, I don’t think you can do well in the face

He did not have the imposing manner he had just now.

badly to kneel and beg for mercy from

he cross this God of

something so dangerous for just

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