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.

away and made way for them.

of Death

clenched so tightly. He grabbed his saber and pointed at Philip who was approaching him. He yelled, “Chop him to pieces! Whoever kills him, I’ll

said that, someone finally

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

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

and stood forward.

Clank!

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

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

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

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

He had

a knife against Mitch’s neck, yet his face was calm. It

entire body going cold. His eyes were like sharp knives. It broke his final line of

threat of death

him? It was the normal reaction

can do well in the face of fear. Why? Do you still want

did not have the imposing

wanted so badly to kneel and beg for mercy from

this God of Death? He

doing something so dangerous for

Philip just now,