The First Heir

For a god-tier sword practitioner to die of serious injuries, it went to show how ridiculously powerful his enemy must be. That opponent must surely be a god-tier too!

“Many forces have been keeping an eye on the sword tomb ever since its inception, and now the sword coercion surrounding it is slowly fading. We must quickly take the lead before it completely dissipates.”

“The briefing is over. Let’s start the combat assignment.”

Elder Whitmore turned off the projection behind him, took a sip of water, and continued, “I, the alliance master, Philip, and Mr. Carter Marsden sent by the royal family will form the first team. We’ll be located in the center of the main troops to conduct the battlefield command…”

“The second team…”

Philip did not pay attention to the details but narrowed his eyes at the man sitting opposite him.

He was wearing a tight-fitting silver combat uniform with a metallic luster, looking extraordinary at first glance. His face was quite handsome too.

When he realized that Philip was staring at him, Carter smiled, and his gaze sharpened.

Seeing that the other party had a certain degree of hostility toward him, Philip did not back down and stared back at him with a slight smile in the corner of his eyes.

“This is the end of the combat meeting. Everyone will gather in the central square this afternoon. Bring your equipment along, and the consumables will be provided by the alliance.”

Elder Whitmore placed his hands on the table and said to everyone.

quickly left, except for the four members of

first

and Carter, who were staring daggers at each

going

at her and said, “I’m not interested

up while shouting, “Who are you talking about, you low-class citizen?! Claire and I are childhood sweethearts. If you

What thoughts should I harbor about her?” Philip propped his chin on his fists and said with a cheeky

Claire went red as she called Philip

“You! How dare you?!”

rays of light glowed behind

A seven-star talent!

was stronger than any seven-star practitioners Philip had ever met before. It

pay for

Whitmore

at being held back. He flung his

tilted his head and asked the flushed Claire

and

between the two in just a couple of days, Elder Whitmore laughed and said, “Let’s go to the cafeteria. Lunch

three walked out

something and said to Claire next to him, “Are you the