The First Heir

Philip’s expression was tense as he stared fixedly at Cleo and barked. “You’re challenging my limits!”

Cleo chuckled and said, “Young Patriarch Clarke, you have too many limits. These are the choices right in front of you now. I’ll only give you 30 seconds to think about it. Kill Fennel or I’ll destroy this chip!”

With that said, the smile on Cleo’s face was completely replaced by malevolence. This woman was exactly the same as described by Steven, scheming and ruthless!

Philip stood on the spot and felt the world spinning around him. His mind was full of the two choices mentioned by Cleo. He could still hear Fennel’s battle cries behind him.

Rumble!

Scarlet airwaves surged. Fennel was currently fighting with the warriors of the Lovelace family who had been enhanced with the special drugs researched by the institute. This group of warriors was no ordinary people. They were totally like killing machines, very powerful. They were at least on par with the disciples at the peak of the fourth or fifth zones.

The Lovelace family’s research on the human body had actually reached such an amazing level.

Simply terrifying!

the red dragon halberd in Fennel’s hand gushed with scarlet airwaves and killed the last gene-enhanced warrior of the Lovelace family. Then, Fennel saw Philip being surrounded. He rushed over with the halberd in his

Swish!

stood in front of Philip, his face grim as he stared at Cleo on the opposite side. He raised the halberd in his hand, pointed at the other

him, “You go first and I’ll hold them back. Someone

brows and looked at Fennel’s back in front of him as

smiled sinisterly and asked, “Young Patriarch Clarke,

said, Cleo

“Ten!”

“Nine!”

and heart. He had to decide. Philip was on the brink of collapse. He clenched his fists tightly as flames

“Five!”

“Four!”

had started fighting