The First Heir

Barry was already very close to Philip, and his energy field had taken shape. The light shrouded Philip’s body, which greatly increased the pressure on Philip, but he remained motionless with a determined look in his eyes.

Seeing this, Barry sighed and said, “Young people can’t be underestimated. If Arlo had half your perseverance and backbone, things wouldn’t have turned out this way now. What a pity…”

Philip said, “I just resisted some pressure. If you add another level, maybe I can’t handle it anymore. Why don’t you give it a try?”

Barry smiled peacefully. “I’m tempted to, but I’m sorry to say that I’m not at level eight of the pseudo holy tier as you expected…”

With that said, Barry’s energy suddenly exploded, and a more powerful pressure appeared.

Philip’s legs could not take it anymore, and he bent down.

The pressure of a practitioner at level nine of the pseudo holy tier had almost reached the holy tier!

of a holy being had a solid

all his energy surged. He propped his body up forcefully and looked

enough to

constricted at this scene, and

nine stars now, one whole tier away from the pseudo holy tier, and ten small

Philip withstood it. Even though it was

at Philip differently, with respect in

this, Barry smiled and said, “This is such an eye-opening experience. You’re very

immediately felt the pressure lift from him

alone isn’t enough for the Hood family to submit to you. If it’s convenient for you,

to release the pseudo holy beast, but Barry said this

could hardly figure out what was