The First Heir

The figure appeared at the door with his arms across his chest, unmoving like a mountain. While covered in chills, his eyes flickered as he looked at Philip and Levi before saying gruffly, “Young Master Clarke, let go of Young Master Levi.”

His tone was indifferent with a hint of threat.

Philip frowned, turned around, and looked at Gareth while saying coldly, “Are you going to make a move against me?”

“My duty is to protect Young Master Levi,” Gareth replied with a morose tone that was seemingly devoid of emotion.

The corners of Philip’s mouth curled upward as he asked in amusement, “What if I don’t?”

Gareth paused and furrowed his thick eyebrows. Then, he moved his feet and walked toward Philip, saying, “In that case, I can only make a move against you, Young Master Clarke, and take Young Master Levi away.”

While saying that, he already got closer to Philip with one hand raised. His moves were simple and unpretentious but contained great danger!

However!

Another cold voice came from the direction of the entrance once again!

“How dare you make a move against the young master of the main family? Are you looking for death?!”

as a raging coldness suddenly erupted

that in the direction of the doorway, a tall figure had appeared at some

like an imposing mountain,

was like

Gareth said

only a few meters but the

even a fly dared to approach the two

killing intent oozed invisibly, raging

were two Battle

aura suddenly erupted from both

Boom!

They made a move!

Battle Gods abruptly lunged at each other with

was full of

ended

back while Fulton remained

Fulton Hash, the Battle God of the main family, was actually

it seemed that Gareth had