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

"Indeed, it is I!"

"Yang Ling, you can't escape today. Just surrender obediently!" Zhang Tianhe said coldly.

"Since you insist on forcing me, then I have no choice but to grant your wish." Yang Ling said slowly, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

"Arrogant! Die!"

Zhang Tianhe roared and then slapped Yang Ling with his palm.

Yang Ling leaned back slightly, thus dodging Zhang Tianhe's attack.

"Heh, you dodged pretty quickly." Zhang Tianhe narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "As expected of the young master of the Yang family, you're quite capable!"

"Since you want to take my life, you'd better be prepared to pay the price," Yang Ling said coldly, stretching his limbs slightly.

"Humph!"

Zhang Tianhe snorted coldly, then lunged at Yang Ling with incredible speed, leaving afterimages in the air.

"What impressive agility."

Yang Ling's eyes were filled with solemnity. Then, he suddenly moved and rushed out as well. His fist was covered with dense internal energy and smashed directly towards Zhang Tianhe's head.

"Oh!"

The two figures collided and then each took three steps back.

Yang Ling frowned. Zhang Tianhe in front of her was extremely powerful. If she relied solely on her physical strength, she probably wouldn't be able to defeat him.

"Boom!"

Zhang Tianhe charged forward again and slapped Yang Ling hard with his palm.

Yang Ling swayed slightly, dodging the opponent's attack. Then, he flashed forward, heading straight for Zhang Tianhe's chest.

Zhang Tianhe sneered, then stretched out his fist and slammed it directly towards Yang Ling's head.

Yang Ling bent her legs slightly, used her waist and abdomen to twist her body in an instant, and then leaped into the air, dodging Zhang Tianhe's fatal move.

"Ok?"

Zhang Tianhe's eyes narrowed slightly. He hadn't used any internal force in that move, yet his opponent had dodged it. Didn't that mean his opponent had more combat experience than him?

"This kid is not simple." A hint of apprehension flashed in Zhang Tianhe's eyes.

"call out!"

Yang Ling moved again, rushing straight towards Zhang Tianhe.

He needed to get rid of Zhang Tianhe as soon as possible and then leave.

"Kid, you're still too green." Zhang Tianhe roared, then kicked Yang Ling directly in the chest.

"boom!"

Yang Ling hurriedly retreated, dodging Zhang Tianhe's fierce kick. Then, her body trembled violently as her right knee slammed into Zhang Tianhe's groin.

Zhang Tianhe screamed in pain, then clutched his groin and squatted down, his forehead covered in sweat, the pain making him almost unable to stand.

A hint of disdain flashed in Yang Ling's eyes, and then she dashed forward again.

Zhang Tianhe's face showed a resentful expression as he gritted his teeth and glared at Yang Ling who was rushing towards him.

Yang Ling dodged Zhang Tianhe's attack by sidestepping, and then punched Zhang Tianhe hard in the cheek.

"Pfft!"

Zhang Tianhe immediately spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground.

"Yang Ling, how dare you injure me!" Zhang Tianhe wiped the blood from his mouth, then stared at Yang Ling and said coldly.

"Nonsense, if I don't beat you up, do you expect me to keep killing you?" Yang Ling said calmly.

"you……"

"Clap!"

"What are you all standing there for? Get him!"

Zhang Tianhe flicked his sleeve and spoke directly to the guards beside him.

Upon hearing Zhang Tianhe's words, the numerous guards beside him drew their swords in unison and charged towards Yang Ling.

A cold smile appeared on Yang Ling's lips, and his eyes flashed with icy killing intent.

"kill!"

Immediately, he let out a soft shout, and his entire body transformed into a phantom as he rushed into the group of guards.

"Clang clang clang!"

The sounds of metal clashing against metal rang out continuously, and then one corpse after another flew backward and fell to the ground.

In just a few breaths, all the guards who had been besieging Yang Ling had been killed. The bright red blood stained the ground, and a pungent smell filled the air, making people want to vomit.

"How could this be? How could this be? Wasn't he a good-for-nothing? How did he become so powerful!"

Zhang Tianhe was utterly shocked. He had never expected Yang Ling to possess such terrifying strength, which completely overturned his worldview.

It should be noted that although these people were not very strong, they were not weak either. However, they did not even last for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before being instantly killed by Yang Ling.

Yang Ling stopped and said coldly, "Zhang Tianhe, I'll let you go today. I hope you won't anger me, otherwise, I will definitely kill you!"

"Hmph, Yang Ling, do you think this matter is over so easily? Let me tell you, your death is just around the corner. You'd better get out of here right now, or I'll make you wish you were dead."

A cold smile appeared on Zhang Tianhe's lips as he spoke viciously.

"Are you sure you can still threaten me?" Yang Ling said with a half-smile.

"Yang Ling, let me tell you, the Zhang family is not someone you can mess with, so you'd better get lost as soon as possible, otherwise, when our Zhang family's experts arrive, you won't be able to leave!" Zhang Tianhe said viciously.

"Oh, then I'd really like to see just how powerful the Zhang family really is." A hint of sarcasm appeared on Yang Ling's lips.

"Hahaha, Yang Ling, let me tell you, you're dead, because the Zhang family is about to arrive, and your mother will die too, hahaha..." Zhang Tianhe suddenly burst into laughter, speaking madly.

"What!" A chilling glint flashed in Yang Ling's eyes, and a cold killing intent emanated from them.

"Haha, Yang Ling, today is your death day!" A madness and ferocity flashed in Zhang Tianhe's eyes, and then he raised his arm again and slammed it down hard on Yang Ling.

"You're asking for death!" Yang Ling shouted coldly, his figure moving as fast as a ghost, instantly disappearing from his original spot, and then appearing in front of Zhang Tianhe, slapping Zhang Tianhe across the cheek.

"Snapped!"

A clear and pleasant sound rang out, and Zhang Tianhe's face swelled up on one side, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his face burned with pain.

"Damn it, Yang Ling, I'll never forgive you!" Zhang Tianhe roared furiously, his eyes bloodshot. "Guards, arrest him!"

Suddenly, four martial artists walked in from outside the courtyard and charged towards Yang Ling.

A dark glint flashed in Yang Ling's eyes, and then he dodged the attacks of the four guards with a swift movement.

Four crisp, muffled thuds rang out as the throats of four guards were slashed open by sharp blades, and they collapsed limply to the ground.