The First Heir

In an instant, James and the arena were engulfed in a massacre by the Greenpeak Sword shadows!

A few minutes later, the Greenpeak Sword Formation disappeared, and the arena was already in ruins. James fell into the ring. He was covered in blood, and his eyes were sluggish as he looked up at the sky.

He said, “I lost…”

Philip just glanced at him coldly and turned to take Fennel and the others away.

However… Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd.

A cold voice resounded throughout the training grounds, “Young Patriarch Clarke, I’m afraid it won’t do for you to take your people back just like this.”

Hearing that, everyone made way.

A group of four appeared on the training grounds. It was none other than Reynold, who had previously intercepted Philip and the others. He appeared on the training grounds with his people at this moment A biting chill flashed in his eyes as a monstrous fighting spirit surged from him.

“It’s Reynold! Why is he here?”

of Reynold’s men. Of course,

to Philip before. Reynold was sore about

at Reynold below the ring, and said coldly,

time, you won’t

said, “Weren’t you the one

a rock thrown into the

onto the ruined arena. He glanced at James, who was lying

his arms, his figure as strong as a bear. He stared at Philip sternly and said, “Fight with me again. If you win, you’re free to leave. If you

eyes dimmed and said, “I

that said, Philip turned around and was about to take Fennel and

flickered, raised his arm, and

punching force from behind immediately.

Boom!

two fists collided, and a

you whether to fight or not!” Reynold shouted and immediately launched a fierce offensive, attacking

expression turned grim. He had no choice but to fight. In an instant, a fierce battle broke out Everyone was stunned at