The First Heir

After the man finished speaking, he found a thick branch and took an afternoon nap.

The pork was roasted crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the special gamey aroma emitted by wild boar was completely trapped in the meat. The meat had equal parts of fat and lean meat, so Philip did not feel queasy even after he finished the whole leg.

About half an hour later, the man jumped down from the tree. He took out a formidable-looking scimitar about half the size of an adult from his space ring and started practicing in the open field.

Although no energy was produced, the surrounding leaves rustled, stirred up by the simple movements.

His technique was open and forthright. The blade was sharp, and the scimitar wielder was even sharper.

Philip looked at the technique and thought it focused on the basics.

The man stopped slowly and Philip applauded.

a cry in the distance attracted the man.

closely, whose physical fitness was very good too. Soon, the two

with the

Empire and its vicinity. Its body was covered in patterns similar to porcelain. It was very strong and

spirit beast and would not

up a storm with his scimitar. As expected of a creature with a tough hide, the rhino did not bleed even under such a violent attack, and its cracked skin

ability was quite outstanding even among spirit beasts. The beast seemed annoyed by that man. One knock sent the man flying into

quite friendly to humans, it was on the basis of not messing with it. Now, it depended on how

scrambled up, and his scimitar was covered with a layer of scimitar intent without any fluctuations. The stronger the intent, the calmer it would be, but should it not be

the man