The Personal Bodyguard of the Female CEO

Rip!

A flash of icy-bright blade light swept past, and the seat King Kong had been sitting on was sliced cleanly in half. If King Kong were still in that chair, he’d probably be head and body separated by now.

"Ah!"

Screams erupted on the plane. The nearby passengers immediately unbuckled their seatbelts and bolted toward the back of the cabin.

"Why are you making a move on my little brother?" Leng Qingqian said unhappily, then swished up from her seat in one go, snapping the seatbelt apart just by standing.

The Flight Attendant didn’t waste words; the crescent-shaped dagger in her hand slashed straight toward Leng Qingqian’s neck.

Splurt!

Blade light flashed. Leng Qingqian clutched her neck and sprang backward as blood flowed out.

Leng Qingqian possessed the Yin Corpse King body; her physical body was incomparably tough, like rebar and iron bones, utterly indestructible. The last time Wang Dadong had seen Leng Qingqian hurt was when she’d been hit by a rocket. He hadn’t expected this beautiful Flight Attendant to have such terrifying strength.

"You hurt me." The Little Beauty was furious. Her small hand wiped the blood off her neck, and a fair, snowy throat was revealed—actually showing no injury at all.

Of course, it wasn’t that she hadn’t been injured, but that the wound had healed in the blink of an eye under the Yin Corpse King’s horrifying self-healing.

"I’m gonna beat you up!"

The Little Beauty finished speaking, then directly raised her delicate fists and charged at the Flight Attendant.

Clang clang clang!

Crisp impacts rang through the cabin. In the blink of an eye the two had exchanged dozens of blows, so fast that you could only make out afterimages.

Everyone’s eyes went glassy from staring. Were these two really women? No—more like, were these two even human?

"I know her, she’s that Witch!" Someone on the plane recognized Leng Qingqian.

The video of Leng Qingqian robbing a bank had long since been put up on Dongyin Country’s internet.

"Oh my god, it really is her. We’re finished, the plane’s definitely gonna get wrecked."

Someone spoke in terror.

Are you kidding, Leng Qingqian was something even rockets and missiles couldn’t kill.

"But... why do I feel like the Flight Attendant is stronger?"

While people were panicking over how terrifying Leng Qingqian was, they also noticed that the fearsome Witch was actually at a disadvantage, being driven back over and over by the Flight Attendant.

"Fuck me, this is way too scary. Good thing I didn’t go grab that Flight Attendant’s ass just now!" Cold sweat broke out on someone’s forehead.

Incidents of passengers taking liberties with Flight Attendants on planes were countless. This particular Flight Attendant was tall and sexy, so naturally someone had wanted to cop a feel.

But right now, every guy who’d had that thought was scared witless. If they’d really taken advantage of the Flight Attendant, they’d probably already have been chopped into two pieces.

No joke—the curved knife in the Flight Attendant’s hand was viciously sharp, hacking the plane’s seats into a scattered mess, slicing even steel in half with a single stroke.

The Flight Attendant’s Swordsmanship was extremely tricky and ruthless, each time targeting Leng Qingqian’s vital spots, and from time to time slashing toward Leng Qingqian’s pretty face.

"Wuu wuu~"

A cut opened up on Leng Qingqian’s face, making her whimper in pain.

"Great, kill that Witch!"

Though they didn’t know what background the Flight Attendant had, since she was attacking the Witch, she was naturally on Dongyin Country’s side. The Dongyin Country passengers on the plane all started cheering.

"The Witch? In my eyes she’s nothing at all." The Flight Attendant let out a cold laugh. Her dagger feinted several times, first pretending to go for Leng Qingqian’s throat, but in the end stabbing toward Leng Qingqian’s eye.

Even though Leng Qingqian’s Defense was terrifying, the eyes were still a weak point. If they were pierced, the Flight Attendant could completely use the dagger to mash Leng Qingqian’s brain and kill her instantly.

Just then, the Flight Attendant suddenly felt an immense sense of danger from behind her. She had no choice but to abandon her attack on Leng Qingqian and turn around, not even looking before chopping back with the dagger.

Clang!

The dagger smashed into a hand, releasing a crisp explosive sound.

On the plane, Wang Dadong absolutely couldn’t summon the Fighting Sword. Otherwise, a ten-meter-long Fighting Sword would instantly Rend the plane apart.

So he could only use his Kryptonite Alloy Left Hand to block the Flight Attendant’s dagger.

The power coming from the dagger was enormous. Luckily Wang Dadong’s arm had been modified into Kryptonite Alloy—otherwise it wouldn’t be the dagger rebounding, but Wang Dadong’s hand being chopped off.

"Wang Dadong?" A glint of danger flashed in the Flight Attendant’s eyes as she asked coldly.

"Who the hell are you?" Wang Dadong narrowed his eyes. This woman obviously couldn’t just be a Flight Attendant.

The Flight Attendant sneered. "You’re not worthy of knowing my name."

"Worthy or not, we’ll see about that." Wang Dadong snorted coldly, then drove his left fist straight at her.

Since the other party wanted his life, naturally he wouldn’t hold back. Right from the start he used seventy to eighty percent of his strength.

It was only because his Cultivation had plummeted now. If he were in his prime, he wouldn’t dare use his power so recklessly—otherwise the plane would come apart instantly.

A force like Moving Mountains and Overturning Seas pressed down. The Flight Attendant’s expression changed slightly, and she also slammed out a punch.

She actually intended to clash head-on with Wang Dadong.

Bang!

A cold smile appeared at the corner of Wang Dadong’s mouth. This punch of his had used a Martial Technique.

Though it wasn’t some insanely powerful Martial Technique, his left hand was still a Kryptonite Alloy Left Hand. The other party was going barehanded against him—wasn’t that just asking to die?

However, an unexpected scene stunned Wang Dadong. His fist, wrapped in Golden Light, was actually caught directly in the Flight Attendant’s palm.

"Break!"

With the Flight Attendant’s delicate shout, the Golden Light around Wang Dadong’s fist was actually crushed outright, shattering into a sky full of golden radiance that danced through the cabin—beautiful beyond words.

The people in the cabin had long since been dumbstruck by this miraculous sight, mouths hanging open, eyes bulging.

"Martial Techniques are useless in front of me." The Flight Attendant showed a hint of disdainful smile. The dagger in her hand turned into a streak of silver and drove straight at Wang Dadong’s neck.

Ever since he’d learned the Sword Fighting Technique, Wang Dadong had stopped using Red Bane. So right now he didn’t have any close-fitting weapons on him and could only meet the attack with his fists.

Clang clang clang.

Fists and dagger collided rapidly, throwing off a chain of blazing sparks. Cabin seats and luggage racks were all sliced to pieces; cotton, feathers, and other seat stuffing floated through the air of the cabin.

A youth in his early twenties and a gorgeous Flight Attendant in a red uniform, tight black pencil skirt and high heels—their killing moves came one after another, Golden Light and silver gleams shooting everywhere. It was like watching a lavish fantasy blockbuster.

Wang Dadong didn’t want the plane to crash, so he was holding back with every strike, while the Flight Attendant couldn’t care less.

The Flight Attendant’s attacks were viciously sharp, just as tricky as before, completely unconcerned with what was around her.

One side was going all out, the other was restraining himself, and the Flight Attendant’s strength was already absurdly overwhelming to begin with—so Wang Dadong was also put at a disadvantage.

"Brother Dong, don’t mind us. The plane’s already over the ocean—even if it crashes it’s fine." King Kong crawled up from a beauty’s arms, speaking with a look of reluctant enjoyment.

In truth, Wang Dadong wasn’t just worried about King Kong; he was also worried about the other passengers on the plane.