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The First Heir/

Chapter - 4915

Chapter - 4915

Keith was very upset that the other party had taken over the name of the Pill Guild. They were not aware of this until someone came to the secular world and found a Pill Guild here.

Moreover, the development of this Pill Guild was so bad that it was an embarrassment to them.

If the guild were good enough, they would not deny their identity but openly admit that they were a sub-guild.

"Now that you know everything, you can die in peace!" Keith smiled brightly and made a grabbing motion at Philip's head.

In his opinion, Philip was just an ordinary practitioner with no way to resist him.

When Keith thought that victory was right before his eyes, Philip released a bolt of lightning at Keith's head with a wave of his hand.

Keith did not even have time to react before he fell to the ground miserably. The lightning tormented him relentlessly, rendering his feeble struggles futile.

"Who are you? How could you control lightning?" Keith stammered.

The lightning frightened him so much that he could not move. He knew that this lightning would only appear during a practitioner's tribulation.

How could an ordinary person control this particular lightning?

Is he a god?

Keith shook his head and tossed this thought out of his mind.

That was impossible!

If that was the case, why would he coop up in this remote place?

A god would surely try to take over the mighty reclusive practice world as soon as he arrived.

Keith quickly decided that Philip was just an ordinary practitioner and everything was a scam. He kept struggling against Philip's attack but found no way to drive the lightning out of his body.

The lightning was not only attacking his skin but also invading his internal organs and tearing his veins apart. He would be severely injured if he could not get rid of the lightning quickly, maybe to the extent of becoming an invalid.

Keith thought he was the best in the practice world, but this guy easily defeated him with just one move.

This feeling was so stifling that Keith spat a mouthful of blood, whether from his injuries or because he was too angry.

In short, Keith was in pretty bad shape. He wanted to beg for mercy but could not bring himself to do it.

Philip just stared at him silently, waiting for him to take a step back. "If you surrender now, I can give you a chance to live..."

At the other party's prolonged silence, Philip took the lead. He had no time to waste on Keith.

Keith gritted his teeth and decided to abandon his dignity.

At this critical moment, how much was dignity worth? Of course, it's nothing!