The First Heir

Harold Stow stared at Philip coldly and sneered, “Well done, kid. You have guts. From the sound of it, you seem to know about the hidden families of door disciples.”

“I just found out,” Philip replied mildly.

“Haha, since you just found out, where did you get the courage and confidence to say these words?” Harold’s face darkened as a murderous intent flickered in the corners of his eyes.

“What? You’re just a bunch of old guys pulling your weight around. What’s there to be afraid of?” Philip laughed.

“Presrmiptuous!” Harold shouted angrily.

With a slap, he shattered the chair he was sitting in into pieces! Such strength was indeed not comparable to ordinary people.

Philip took a glance, and from the energy unleashed by Harold just now, he roughly judged his strength.

disciple of the second

A little weak.

for your disrespect to us just now! Otherwise,

He looked at Harold, scratched his ears, and said, “It’s a little

“You’re seeking death!”

roared and raised his

A guard in a white suit behind her stepped forward and received the blow

is for the Multidew Herb. If we make such a scene now, I think there’s no need

cold at this moment, and he looked at Yana. If not for the bodyguard in the white

of the Zen family with the highest status and strength in the room, Nathan Zen, said, “Patriarch Stow,

saying that, Nathan looked at Philip, who had an indifferent look on his face. A