The carefree sixth prince, my father respectfully invites me to ascend the throne.

"Hiss~" The man gasped in pain, glaring angrily at Gongsun Yu'er, "You bitch, get out of my way!"

"Who are you cursing?" Gongsun Yu'er said angrily, and lashed out with her whip again.

"You bitch! I'm insulting you!"

*Slap!* Gongsun Yu'er slapped her without any politeness. "You actually called me a slut! If I don't teach you a lesson today, you'll think I'm easy to bully!"

"You crazy woman!"

"Snapped!"

The two instantly started fighting. Yang Ling frowned upon seeing this and was about to step forward to help when she saw the man suddenly pull out a long sword and point it at Gongsun Yu'er.

Yang Ling's pupils contracted sharply, and a look of worry immediately appeared on his face. He rushed over, calling out, "Yu'er!"

However, at that moment, the man suddenly thrust out. His speed was so fast that Yang Ling couldn't react at all. He subconsciously grabbed Gongsun Yu'er and rolled over.

"Clang—" The longsword struck the wooden board with a loud thud.

"Brother Ling! Brother Ling!" Gongsun Yu'er hugged Yang Ling tightly, her heart pounding wildly.

Yang Ling felt the trembling body of the person in his arms. He looked down at her pale face and panicked eyes, and a soft feeling swept through his heart.

"Brother Ling, are you alright?"

Yang Ling shook her head, then pushed Gongsun Yu'er away, reached out and touched her cheek, reassuring her, "I'm fine."

He just took the hit for her; he wasn't injured.

Gongsun Yu'er breathed a sigh of relief, then glared fiercely at the man opposite her, and threw the whip at him.

The man caught the whip, and a glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes as he looked at it.

"This whip is quite nice!" the man exclaimed.

Yang Ling's brows furrowed into a line. "Give it back to me."

The man gave a mocking smile. "You can have the whip, but only if you defeat me."

"You're courting death!" Yang Ling said coldly. "If you dare to harm Yu'er in the slightest, I will kill you."

Upon hearing this, the man burst into laughter. "I know you're very powerful, but you underestimate me too much. What can a weak woman like you do to me?"

Yang Ling narrowed his eyes, a chilling glint flashing in them.

At this moment, the surrounding crowd began to discuss among themselves, "This young man is really stupid, daring to challenge Young Master Zhao for a girl."

"The Zhao family's martial arts skills are profound; this young man will probably lose."

"Hehe, that's for sure."

……

Hearing the mockery around her, Gongsun Yu'er became anxious. "Brother Ling, forget it, let's ignore him and go."

Yang Ling lowered her eyes slightly, pondered for a moment, then looked up at the young master of the Zhao family and slowly uttered in a detached tone, "In that case, please enlighten me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaped into the air and attacked the young master of the Zhao family. Upon seeing this, the young master of the Zhao family quickly dodged his attack.

boom!

The young master of the Zhao family lightly touched the ground with his toes, then drew the sword from his waist and thrust it straight at Yang Ling.

Yang Ling moved nimbly and easily dodged the attack from the young master of the Zhao family, then punched the young master of the Zhao family in the chest.

Young Master Zhao's expression changed slightly. He dodged to the side to avoid being hit in the chest, while gripping his long sword tightly and swinging it forcefully. The blade grazed Yang Ling's clothes, revealing a trace of blood.

"Tsk tsk, so you're really that weak." Young Master Zhao's disdainful gaze swept over Yang Ling.

"Hmph!" Yang Ling snorted coldly, then a wicked and alluring smile appeared on his lips. He then leaped up and flew to the side of the young master of the Zhao family. Taking him by surprise, he grabbed the arm holding the sword and twisted it forcefully.

click-

The crisp sound of bones shattering rang out, and the young master of the Zhao family screamed in agony. His face turned deathly pale, and beads of sweat the size of beans seeped from his forehead, making him look extremely disheveled.

"You, you're being insolent!" Young Master Zhao gritted his teeth as he glared at Yang Ling.

Yang Ling shrugged, a hint of languor and nonchalance creeping onto his handsome face. A cynical smile played on his lips. "Shouldn't I have taken action?"

Young Master Zhao gritted his teeth, wishing he could tear Yang Ling to pieces, but he could clearly feel that his arm was powerless. So, he could only give a sinister laugh and say, "Young master, I was impolite just now. I hope you will forgive me."

Seeing this, Yang Ling frowned, seemingly already guessing what the young master of the Zhao family was planning.

Sure enough, the next second, the young master of the Zhao family sheathed his sword and said with a sincere expression, "I am really sorry. I was just acting on impulse and did not mean to offend you. I hope you will forgive me."

Those around were all astonished upon hearing this.

What happened to the young master of the Zhao family? He actually apologized to a good-for-nothing.

However, Gongsun Yu'er scoffed, "You think this matter will end just because you admit defeat?"

Young Master Zhao was taken aback. He looked at Gongsun Yu'er in surprise and asked, "Why do you say that, young lady?"

“Because…” Gongsun Yu’er narrowed her eyes slightly, a strange light flashing in them, “I can never forgive you!”

Young Master Zhao's face turned pale instantly. Had this girl lost her mind? He had clearly admitted his mistake just now, so why was she still holding onto it?

"Did you do this on purpose?" the young master of the Zhao family asked through gritted teeth.

"Hehe..." Gongsun Yu'er smiled, "Don't you like to steal other people's things? Since you want my whip, then I'll test its power on your hand first!"

After saying this, Gongsun Yu'er flicked her wrist, and the whip lashed the young master of the Zhao family's arm again.

hiss!

Young Master Zhao gasped in pain; this girl was really ruthless!

"What are you all standing there for? Stop them right now!" Young Master Zhao said through gritted teeth.

His guards had already withdrawn, leaving only a few personal guards to protect him.

Upon hearing the young master of the Zhao family's order, the guards immediately rushed towards Yang Ling.

Yang Ling narrowed his eyes, slapped away the long sword coming towards him with a palm, and then cleaved the man's neck with his right hand. In an instant, blood splattered everywhere.

Yang Ling was incredibly fast, taking down one of them in a single move. The remaining three guards, seeing this, retreated in fear, a sense of dread rising within them.

Yang Ling curled her lips, held her long sword, and moved like the wind, taking the lives of the three in the blink of an eye.

Young Master Zhao's pupils contracted slightly as he stared at Yang Ling in shock.

Yang Ling looked down at the young master of the Zhao family lying on the ground and asked, "Want to continue the fight?"

"No, no more fighting!" Young Master Zhao swallowed hard and scrambled away.

Gongsun Yu'er stood there blankly, staring at Yang Ling.

Although she knew Yang Ling knew martial arts, she never expected his martial arts to be so powerful. He took down several guards with good martial arts skills in just three moves!