The First Heir

Immediately after, in Harold’s shocked and frightened eyes, Philip got up. He stretched languidly and said with a sneer, “I’ve just mastered the control over matter. This is a good chance for me to practice on you.”

With that said, Philip raised his hand, grabbed at Harold who stood not too far away from him, and rotated his five fingers. Around Philip’s right hand, seven or eight buzzing silver swords appeared out of thin air. These long silver swords were formed by Philip using the source of kingship obtained from the Dunley family.

At this moment, Philip’s aura suddenly formed a stark contrast to his previous aura!

In the center of Philip’s brow, a small silver snake mark seemed to appear. Moreover, the energy storm caused by this simple move was even more powerful than Harold’s attack just now. They were two ends of the spectrum!

The entire private room was filled with the terrifying and ferocious aura of the seven or eight silver swords that circled Philip’s right hand.

Whoosh!

At that moment, Philip waved his right hand with gusto.

manic energy. In the blink of an eye, they were half an inch away from Harold Stow. At that moment, Harold was stunned on the spot. His eyes widened as he stared at the

call of death

twitched as he hooked his fingers. The seven or eight silver swords shot

Bang, bang, bang!

They left several bloody streaks on his cheeks and ears. Then, the swords slammed into a wall behind Harold. In an instant, seven or eight large holes the size of human heads were blasted from the

could even see the neon night scene outside. Then, the wall collapsed

the same time, a puddle of

standing on the side. He said with a smile, “Patriarch Zen, why don’t we

full of chills at

This hateful boy!

dare he conceal

least be a disciple from the third zone.