The First Heir

Philip snorted in anger and lightly kicked Luka in his lower back. Luka lost his balance and could only rush forward, hitting the wall with a powerful impact.

Bang!

Luka’s fist smashed into the wall. The wall shook and half of it collapsed, covering Luka in clouds of dust.

Juan sat on the sofa with his brows furrowed. He thought that Luka Sanchez was enough to kill Philip, but unexpectedly, Philip’s strength made him a little fearful.

Was this guy a disciple too?

His strength was actually not below Luka’s.

“Ahem.” Luka was choked into coughing and turned around to walk toward Philip in a wretched state.

“Damn it, you’re actually a disciple too. I was careless this time. However, your death will come soon!”

Anger filled Luka’s mind. If anger could burn, Luka’s anger now would be enough to boil the whole sea.

“I already told you that you’re not good enough, but you still think so highly of yourself. Since you want to die, I won’t stop you.”

Philip stretched out his little finger and beckoned at Luka, his disdainful expression saying it all.

at Philip wildly while

Let me send you to your death with my deadliest

cigar in Juan’s hand fell to the floor as he watched dumbfounded

before he was trampled on the floor by

What was happening here?

How could this happen?

rushing over aggressively, and in the blink of an eye, Luka fell to the floor and was then

a disciple of the third zone! He could jump down from

into smithereens. He

was a

trembled slightly, and the hand holding the gun was shaking violently.

he was

possibility of hitting the mark was too low

even had the

Why don’t I cover your retreat?”

frowned deeply. Retreating

his turf. If he retreated, he would lose

“Fire!”