Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

"Stop!" A majestic voice was heard, and then a team of guards rushed into the imperial garden and surrounded the assassin.

The leading commander of the Imperial Guards walked up to Zhang Ling, knelt on one knee, and pleaded guilty: "I am late, please forgive me, Your Highness!"

Zhang Ling waved his hand and said, "No problem, take down the assassin!"

The guards rushed forward and subdued the assassin. The assassin was tied up and brought before Zhang Ling.

In the moonlight, Zhang Ling saw the assassin's face clearly and was shocked. He actually knew this face!

"It's you!" Zhang Ling said gritting his teeth.

The assassin raised his head and smiled grimly, "Your Highness, how are you?"

This person is none other than a subordinate of Zhang Ling’s enemy from his previous life, a ruthless killer!

"I didn't expect that you would travel to this world!" Zhang Ling said coldly.

"Haha, thanks to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, I have the honor to come to this wonderful world." The assassin said sarcastically.

"Tell me! Who sent you here?" Zhang Ling asked sternly.

"Your Highness, why do you ask when you already know the answer?" The assassin sneered, "Isn't your enemy my master?"

Zhang Ling's heart sank. It seemed that his enemies had already started to act!

"Take him away!" Zhang Ling waved his hand, not wanting to waste any more time talking to the assassin.

The guards took the assassin away and the Imperial Garden returned to peace.

Ling'er walked up to Zhang Ling and asked worriedly, "Are you okay?"

Zhang Ling shook his head and said, "I'm fine, just slightly injured."

"It seems that your enemies can't wait to get rid of you." Ling'er said.

"I know." A cold light flashed in Zhang Ling's eyes, "But it's still unknown who will win!"

In the next few days, Zhang Ling increased his vigilance and secretly investigated the assassin's origins.

He discovered that the assassin was named Night Owl and was a member of the notorious assassin organization "Shadow" on the Tianxuan Continent.

The mastermind behind "Shadow" is none other than his enemy from his previous life!

After learning the news, Zhang Ling's heart was filled with anger and hatred.

He swore that he would eradicate the "Shadow" completely and tear his enemies into pieces!

One night, Zhang Ling was reading in the study when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Come in." Zhang Ling said.

The door opened and a palace maid walked in with a cup of tea in her hand.

"Your Highness, please have some tea." The maid said softly.

Zhang Ling looked up at the maid, and suddenly a sense of vigilance rose in his heart. He had never seen this maid before, and there seemed to be a hint of murderous intent hidden in her eyes!

"Who are you?" Zhang Ling asked coldly.

The maid smiled and said, "Your Highness, you don't need to know who I am. You just need to know that I am here to take your life!"

As soon as the words fell, the teacup in the palace maid's hand suddenly exploded, and countless fragments flew out, heading straight for Zhang Ling's vital points!

At the same time, the palace maid's figure also changed and turned into a burly man!

The man held a sharp blade and stabbed towards Zhang Ling's chest!

Zhang Ling was prepared. He dodged the flying debris and slapped the man in the chest with his palm.

The man groaned and took several steps back.

Zhang Ling took advantage of the victory and kicked the man in the abdomen. The man screamed, fell to the ground, and spit out blood.

"Tell me! Who sent you here?" Zhang Ling asked sternly.

The man struggled to raise his head, his eyes filled with hatred, "Kill me! I will never betray my master!"

Zhang Ling sneered and said, "Since you are so loyal, I will help you!"

After saying that, Zhang Ling slapped the man on the top of his head, and the man died on the spot.

After getting rid of the assassin, Zhang Ling immediately realized that his situation was more dangerous than he had imagined!

His enemies have actually infiltrated the palace!

He must find out the mastermind as soon as possible, otherwise, he will not be able to sleep or eat!

At this moment, Ling'er's voice suddenly rang in his mind: "Zhang Ling, be careful! There is something wrong with your father!"

A flash of cold light appeared, and Zhang Ling instinctively dodged sideways. The assassin missed the attack, quickly pulled back the dagger, and stabbed again. Although Zhang Ling had not recovered all his memories, his body's instinctive reaction was extremely sharp. He raised his hand to block, and with a "clang" sound, the dagger collided with the jade bracelet on his wrist, sparks burst out.

The jade bracelet shattered, and the fragments flew everywhere. Zhang Ling was secretly shocked. This jade bracelet seemed ordinary, but it could actually block this poisoned dagger. He looked at the assassin intently. In the moonlight, he could vaguely recognize that this person was wearing a nightgown, with a nimble figure and ruthless moves. He was obviously a well-trained killer.

"Who sent you?" Zhang Ling asked sternly, and at the same time kicked the assassin back several steps.

The assassin did not answer, but sneered and rushed forward again. Zhang Ling did not dare to be careless, he knew that in this palace, dangers were everywhere, and if he was not careful, he would be doomed.

The two men fought each other, and every move was deadly. Although Zhang Ling was very skilled, he was a newcomer and didn't know much about the power system of this world. The assassin's moves were ruthless, and it was obvious that he was determined to kill.

After several rounds, Zhang Ling gradually lost the upper hand. He was bruised all over and his clothes were stained with blood.

"Ling'er, is there any way?" Zhang Ling muttered to himself.

"Use your mental power!" Ling'er's voice rang in his mind, "Your mental power is far superior to that of ordinary people. You can use it to suppress your opponent!"

Zhang Ling's heart moved, he remembered Ling'er had said before that he had a strong mental power, but he had never found a way to use it.

At this critical moment of life and death, he did not care about much else. He concentrated his mind, focused all his thoughts on one point, and then released them suddenly.

An invisible force instantly enveloped the assassin. The assassin's movements slowed down significantly, and his eyes were filled with fear.

Zhang Ling seized the opportunity and hit the assassin in the chest. The assassin groaned, flew backwards, fell heavily to the ground, and spit out blood.

"Tell me! Who sent you here?" Zhang Ling stepped forward and asked sternly.

The assassin struggled to raise his head, his eyes full of resentment, "You...you will not die well..."

Before he could finish his words, the assassin started bleeding from all his orifices and died.

Zhang Ling frowned, it seemed that the mastermind behind the scenes wanted to kill and silence him. He thought to himself that the Tianxuan Empire was indeed full of dangers.

He looked up at the bright moon, his heart full of doubts. Who was he? Why did he come to this world? Who was his enemy?

All of this seemed like a huge mystery, waiting for him to solve.

"Ling'er, I feel like there seems to be some secret hidden in this body." Zhang Ling said in his heart.

"Yes." Ling'er's voice sounded in his mind, "The original owner of this body is not a simple prince."

"Oh? Is there any other identity?" Zhang Ling's heart moved.

"He... is the only person in the Profound Tian Continent who has a dual soul." Ling'er said slowly.

"Dual soul?" Zhang Ling was shocked. "What does this mean?"

"That is to say, in addition to you, there is another soul in this body." Ling'er explained, "And that soul is the real owner of this body."

Zhang Ling's heart was filled with shock. He had not expected that after traveling to this world, he would encounter such incredible things.

"Where is the other soul now?" Zhang Ling asked.

"I don't know." Ling'er's voice was filled with helplessness, "Since you crossed over, that soul has disappeared."

Zhang Ling was filled with doubts. Where had the other soul gone? Would he pose a threat to him?

He felt like a chess piece, being manipulated by an invisible force, walking step by step towards an unknown abyss.

"It seems that I need to figure all this out as soon as possible." Zhang Ling took a deep breath, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, "Only in this way can I control my own destiny!"

He turned and left the imperial garden and returned to his own bedroom.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes, and began trying to communicate with the other soul in his body.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not sense the presence of another soul.

"Has he disappeared completely?" Zhang Ling thought to himself.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a powerful force bursting out from his body.

This force is violent and evil, full of the breath of destruction.

Zhang Ling was shocked, he realized that this power came from another soul!

"You're finally awake." A cold voice sounded in his mind.

A flash of cold light flashed, heading straight for Zhang Ling's back! At the critical moment, Zhang Ling felt the hair on his back stand on end, and a chill ran through his body. He instinctively dodged to the side, barely avoiding the fatal blow.

"Who?!" Zhang Ling shouted sternly, drawing the sword from his waist and blocking with his backhand.

With a crisp "clang" sound, the two swords collided, and sparks flew.

The black shadow was pushed back several steps, and with the help of the moonlight, Zhang Ling could clearly see the appearance of the person who came.

This was a short and fat man wearing a nightgown, with a black cloth covering his face, revealing only a pair of vicious eyes.

"Your Highness, your death has come!" the short and fat man said sinisterly, his voice low and hoarse.

"Who sent you?" Zhang Ling asked coldly, but he was thinking quickly in his mind, how many enemies does the original owner of this body have?

"The one who wants to kill you!" The short and fat man stopped talking nonsense and swung his sword at Zhang Ling again.

Zhang Ling did not dare to be careless and focused on responding. Although the swordsmanship of this short and fat man was simple and crude, every move was deadly. It was obvious that he was a special trained warrior.

The two men engaged in a fierce fight in the imperial garden. The swords flashed, the moves were fierce, and it was difficult to tell who was the winner.

Although Zhang Ling possessed the martial arts memories of the original owner of this body, he had no practical experience and gradually fell into a disadvantage.

"Hmph! You don't know your own limitations!" The short and fat man sneered, and the sword in his hand became even more fierce.

At this moment, Ling'er's voice suddenly rang in Zhang Ling's mind: "Use 'Thunder Slash'!"

Zhang Ling's heart moved, and he remembered a unique skill in the memory of the original owner of this body - Thunder Slash!

He took a deep breath, concentrated all his energy into the sword, and swung it out fiercely!

"boom!"

A dazzling sword light cut through the night sky, like a loud thunder, deafening!

The short and fat man was caught off guard and was hit by the sudden sword. He screamed, flew backwards, and fell heavily to the ground, his life or death unknown.

Zhang Ling also ran out of energy, so he staggered a few steps and almost fell.

He held onto a tree, breathing heavily, still in shock.

If it weren't for Ling'er's reminder, he would probably have died.

"It seems that I must improve my strength as soon as possible!" Zhang Ling said to himself.

At this time, the Royal Guards heard the noise and rushed over, surrounding the unconscious short and fat man.

"Your Highness, are you okay?" the commander of the Imperial Guards asked with concern.