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

"brush!"

At the same time, a cold glint suddenly appeared and struck.

Yang Ling sensed danger and quickly dodged to the side.

"Ding!"

A soft sound came, and the dagger fell to the ground.

"You little bastard, prepare to die!" Murong Mingyue sneered, then rushed towards Yang Ling, her dagger viciously stabbing towards his chest.

"clang!"

Yang Ling reached out and blocked Murong Mingyue's attack, then flicked her wrist, forcing Murong Mingyue back several steps.

Then, he moved like a ghost to Murong Mingyue's front and punched her in the chest.

"Damn it!" Murong Mingyue cursed under her breath, and had no choice but to withdraw her attack.

Yang Ling snorted coldly and immediately chased after him, throwing another punch.

"clang!"

Murong Mingyue managed to block again, but her body was sent flying backward by Yang Ling's punch, landing several meters away.

"Pfft!"

She spat out a mouthful of blood and looked up at Yang Ling with resentment.

"Hehe." Yang Ling grinned, then slowly approached Murong Mingyue and said coldly, "Murong Mingyue, do you know why I've kept you here until now?"

"Hmph, you shameless!" Murong Mingyue cursed viciously.

"Shameless?"

Yang Ling smiled sarcastically and said, "Compared to what you've done, I'm nothing."

“You…” Murong Mingyue blushed and lowered her head.

"What? Are you shy?" Yang Ling sneered, "Have you forgotten that you sent people to kill me back in Tianyong City?"

Upon hearing this, Murong Mingyue's pretty face turned even redder.

"Alright, enough talk, prepare to die!" Yang Ling shouted coldly, thrusting his sword towards Murong Mingyue.

Murong Mingyue's delicate body trembled, and she hurriedly raised her long sword to block Yang Ling's attack.

"Clang!"

However, Yang Ling was too strong, and Murong Mingyue was no match for him. She was directly cleaved back several steps by Yang Ling's sword.

"You little bastard, die!" After regaining her footing, Murong Mingyue charged forward again with her long sword.

"Hmph, do you really think you're a peerless genius? You're nothing special." Yang Ling sneered, and his long sword slashed out swiftly, emanating an extremely sharp sword intent.

"Pfft!"

As soon as Murong Mingyue raised her longsword, she was enveloped by the intent of the blade. Then the blade slashed through her skin, severing her tendons in her hands and feet.

"Ugh!" Murong Mingyue screamed in agony, kneeling on the ground in pain, clutching the blood flowing from the wounds on her wrists and ankles, her face pale.

“You…” Murong Mingyue’s beautiful eyes were filled with resentment and unwillingness as she stared intently at Yang Ling.

"You think you've got this in the bag?" Yang Ling sneered, then his body transformed into a blur as he attacked Murong Mingyue.

"Shh!"

Yang Ling slashed down with his long sword, carrying a destructive force, aiming straight for Murong Mingyue's neck.

"call!"

Fear flashed in Murong Mingyue's eyes. Although she was vicious, she was still just a girl.

Faced with a life-or-death crisis, she finally couldn't help but show her panic.

With her last ounce of strength, she struggled to move her feet, trying to dodge the fatal blow.

But as soon as she moved a little distance, Yang Ling's attack followed closely, locking her in and making it impossible for her to escape.

"Shh!"

Yang Ling's eyes turned cold, and he slashed down fiercely with his long sword.

"Pfft!"

Blood splattered everywhere, and a hideous wound instantly appeared on Murong Mingyue's snow-white neck, from which bright red blood slowly flowed.

Her face turned purple instantly, and then she collapsed limply to the ground, her breath fading away.

Yang Ling snorted coldly, turned to look at the other side of the battlefield, and said indifferently, "Do you still want to fight?"

"You little bastard, you must die today!" Murong Mingyue's personal bodyguard roared, immediately abandoning Zhao Yunshan and charging towards Yang Ling.

"Clang!"

Yang Ling, sword in hand, charged forward to meet the attack. In the blink of an eye, the two clashed several times, sparks flying and a powerful gust of wind sweeping through the air.

Murong Mingyue's personal bodyguards were highly skilled in martial arts, but Yang Ling was no less skilled, and perhaps even more so.

They suppressed the bodyguard almost overwhelmingly.

"Oh!"

Finally, Yang Ling seized an opening and slashed the bodyguard away with his sword.

The bodyguard fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His face turned pale instantly, clearly indicating that he had suffered severe internal injuries.

"Damn it, you little bastard, how dare you hurt our princess! You deserve to die!" The bodyguard struggled to his feet, staring at Yang Ling with hatred in his eyes.

"hehe."

Yang Ling sneered, then looked at the other men in black and said, "Since you all want to die, then I will grant your wish!"

"Shh!"

Yang Ling raised his longsword, pointing it directly at the men in black, and said coldly, "Come at me all at once!"

"kill!"

The men in black roared and charged at Yang Ling.

"Well done!"

Excitement flashed in Yang Ling's eyes as he drew his sword and charged forward.

"Bang bang bang..."

"Pfft, pfft..."

Yang Ling swung his longsword wildly, like a storm.

In an instant, he killed three men in black on the spot.

Upon seeing this, the remaining men in black's expressions changed drastically, and their eyes filled with intense horror.

"Damn it, this guy is too strong. We're no match for him. Let's get out of here!"

One of the men in black immediately turned and ran away.

"Want to leave? It's too late!"

Yang Ling sneered and used the Soaring Dragon Nine Heavens Movement Technique to attack the man in black.

"boom!"

In just a moment, the man in black was killed by Yang Ling.

"Shh!"

Then, Yang Ling moved swiftly, slashing out with his long sword.

"Puff, puff!"

Blood splattered everywhere, and corpses fell one after another.

A moment later, except for one survivor, all the other men in black were dealt with by Yang Ling.

"Where is Miss?"

Just then, an anxious voice rang out.

"who is it?"

Upon hearing the voice, Yang Ling raised an eyebrow and then turned to look.

A figure could be seen rushing towards them at great speed in the distance.

The figure was a young man, about twenty years old.

"Miss!" The young man's expression changed slightly when he saw Murong Mingyue lying in a pool of blood, and he rushed over quickly.

"Who are you?" Yang Ling asked, frowning.

"Yang Ling, I didn't expect you to still be alive!" The young man stared intently at Yang Ling, gritting his teeth as he spoke.

Yang Ling frowned, then looked around and pondered, "You're here to rescue her?"

"So what if it is? So what if it isn't?" the young man said grimly.

"Since that's the case, then she must die today." A cold light flashed in Yang Ling's eyes, and his aura began to rise.

Sensing the terrifying killing intent emanating from Yang Ling, the young man's expression changed drastically. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Yang Ling, don't forget, this is the capital. If you dare to act recklessly, His Majesty will definitely kill you."