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. None of them dared to touch

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

were turning purple from being clenched so tightly. He grabbed his saber and pointed at Philip who was approaching him. He

said that,

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

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

stood forward. He

Clank!

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

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

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

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

entire body was shaking. He

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

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

all over. He was feeling the threat of death so up close that it even made him wet

It was the normal reaction

“Sir Mitch, I don’t think you can do well in the face of fear. Why? Do you still

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

kneel and beg for mercy from this God of

did he cross this God of Death? He was

so dangerous for just

how he threatened Philip just now, he