The First Heir

In everyone’s sight, although Philip had just made a simple slash, that move was perfect. Whether it was the angle, the force, or the actual outcome, everything was within perfect grasp!

That cold black blade was very fast. A black sword light cut through the air and split the Hellhound who charged at Philip in a frenzied state. It was a vertical slash that went from the top of his head right to the bottom.

Swish!

After that slash, Philip abruptly held the hilt of the saber with both hands horizontally. The black sword light formed the letter ‘L’ in the air. Then, he stood sideways and maintained the last action of retracting the saber.

The sunlight reflected on Philip and illuminated his handsome face that showed a fearless fighting spirit. As for the burly man who rushed at Philip with his fists, he maintained his attacking stance and just stopped there. Then, a line of blood extended from the top of his head, down to his throat, then to his chest. Finally, it went to his stomach and continued downward.

Clunk!

revealing the mechanical components inside. His internal organs had been

slash like that had already displayed such

liquid remained on the black

in front of him indifferently. There was nothing special about them at

remaining three Hellhounds had also been perfectly and

from the Hall of Evil were wiped out within ten minutes by Fennel and Philip. This was the combat power of the two

Too powerful!

of the Hall

was as freakish and terrifying as the

of Evil’s Dark Angels. Even if they were thrown on the battlefield, they could easily outmatch the combat power of a small city. However, in front of Sun God Apollo and a man with an unknown id entity, they were easily slain

of the white castle in the distance.