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.

of them all backed away and made way for

Death radiating from his body. His imposing manner caused their bones

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

said that,

that person flew backward like a streamline. With a

his brothers who were backing away,

and stood forward. He yelled, “I’m going

Clank!

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

held the knife 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 the tip

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

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

was shaking. He had lost the

the beautiful woman. He had a knife against Mitch’s neck, yet his face was calm. It was as if he would take

It broke his final

trembling all over. He was feeling the threat of death

him? It was the normal reaction to being faced with such

don’t think you can do well

entire body was limp. His clothes were already drenched with his sweat. He did not have the imposing manner he had

to kneel and beg for mercy from

was extremely remorseful now. Why did he cross this God of Death? He was really digging his own

was doing something so dangerous for

Philip just now, he was truly