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

Elder Whitmore was first to

forth between Philip and

going

rolled his eyes at her and said, “I’m not interested

slapped the table and stood up while shouting, “Who are you talking about, you low-class citizen?! Claire and I are childhood

propped his chin on

as she called Philip a creep under her

“You! How dare you?!”

light glowed behind

A seven-star talent!

aura was stronger than any seven-star practitioners Philip had ever met before. It seemed that he was not easy to deal with, so Philip’s

I have to pay for the repairs

he spoke, Elder Whitmore held back the red-eyed

furious at being held back. He flung his hands, opened the door, and

Philip tilted his head and

and I were just

of days, Elder Whitmore laughed and said, “Let’s go to the cafeteria. Lunch should

three walked out of the meeting

next to him, “Are you the alliance master of Montana