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

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

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

said that, someone finally

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

his brothers who were backing away, Mitch’s heart

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

Clank!

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

slashed a thin red line on his neck. Blood began dripping from

the knife in a chopping

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

body was shaking. He had lost

beautiful woman. He had a knife against Mitch’s neck, yet his face was

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 most difficult walk

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

was the normal reaction to being faced with

up his nose and snorted. “Sir Mitch, I don’t think you can do well in the face of fear. Why? Do you still want to take

sweat. He did not have the imposing

kneel and beg

this God of Death? He was really

doing something so dangerous for just

back to how he threatened Philip just