Chapter 1742

When the car vanished from sight, Lin Aoxue finally lowered her gaze.

She turned to the captain: "Captain Mr., I hope you can tell me plainly—what exactly happened?"

The captain spoke bitterly: "It's the headquarters' order."

After hearing this, Lin Aoxue let out a soft sigh: "Your kind of leaders truly disappoint me. I hope you won't make a foolish decision, or else, I think you'll suffer even more pain in the future."

The captain's face darkened: "I won't do it. I'm the vice president of Ninghai Airlines—I have my responsibilities and duties."

"Fine, then I respect your choice," Lin Aoxue said with a smile.

Saying this, she turned and walked toward the restroom.

Yet just as Lin Aoxue was about to step into the restroom, someone suddenly lunged at her!

Lin Aoxue, caught off guard, was knocked backward and fell flat on her back!

A burly man straddled her!

"Beauty, this is my gift to you," the burly man laughed loudly: "I've never seen a woman this exquisite—I'll sample her tonight, hahaha!"

Lin Aoxue lifted her foot and kicked straight out.

The man flew several meters away, curled up on the ground clutching his stomach, screaming in agony!

"Get lost!"

Lin Aoxue growled.

"Bitch, don't push your luck!"

The burly man cursed, then tried to rise.

At that moment, Lin Aoxue's gaze suddenly hardened; she slammed her hand on the armrest and leapt to her feet!

Her wrist flicked—a dagger blazed with cold light, shooting out and piercing the burly man's throat!

The man hadn't even grasped what was happening when his face flushed red, he collapsed to the ground, twitched a few times, and blood gushed steadily from his neck—his life faded away quickly.

Having eliminated the enemy, Lin Aoxue showed no relief; she remained alert, scanning her surroundings as if searching for new foes.

She knew well that the previous attack was likely a delaying tactic, meant to lure her away from her seat so they could ambush her.

"These damn bastards," Lin Aoxue said.

These words revealed the fury burning inside her.

At this moment, Lin Aoxue was undoubtedly afraid—after all, she had never experienced such a battle—but this emotion did not cloud the Young Lady's judgment—she could vaguely sense how many strong enemies lurked aboard this Boeing 787.

"I don't know where Ximen Wudi is, or what I'll face this time—but no matter what, I will persevere."

After silently murmuring this to herself, Lin Aoxue closed the restroom door, sat on the toilet, and calmed her rapid breathing.

At this moment, the fastest train had already vanished far away, speeding farther and faster.

"Ximen Wudi, please hurry."

Lin Aoxue clenched her fists and silently prayed.

She knew she must seize the initiative as soon as possible—if she was trapped by the enemy, it would be disastrous!

…………

Above Lin Aoxue's head, the Jicang Sect's door opened; Ximen Wudi leapt out from the cabin and landed lightly on the ground.

This was a forest, trees lush and green.

1594 Death Temple people?

Ximen Wudi took two steps to the left and saw two men in black suits.

They held weapons, guarding on either side.

"Are you Ximen Wudi?"

"Yes," Ximen Wudi asked coolly: "Who sent you?"

The black-suited man shook his head: "Ximen Wudi, I don't know you."

"You don't know me? Aren't you from the Death Temple?" Ximen Wudi narrowed his eyes: "I seem to recall I've never offended the Death Temple."

"Ximen Wudi, this place isn't for you. I advise you to return to your country quickly—perhaps then you'll still have a chance to live," the black-suited man said coldly, brimming with mockery.

"Heh, I don't like you speaking to me in that tone."

As Ximen Wudi spoke, he reached out with his right hand, seized the Death Temple agent's arm, and applied slight pressure—the black-clad man immediately let out a pig-like scream!

Crack!

The sound of bone breaking rang clearly—the black-suited man's right arm was twisted behind his back, the agony exceeding all limits of endurance!

"I thought you were like me, full of passion—but it turns out you're just a waste."

After saying this, Ximen Wudi grabbed the black-clad man by the collar and hurled him toward the other black-suited man.

Thud!

Both men crashed to the ground.

But Ximen Wudi paid them no mind—he walked straight toward the Boeing 777 about to depart from Ninghai International Airport!

"Hey, hey, Ximen Wudi, you damn bastard, our boss won't forgive you!" The other black-clad man struggled to his feet, blood trickling from his mouth.

"I don't need his forgiveness," Ximen Wudi said coolly: "Because I won't forgive him either."

"Our boss is Kesi Dilin! Are you challenging him?!" the black-suited man roared.

Ximen Wudi stopped and stared into the black-clad man's eyes: "What does Kesi Dilin matter? I'm not just challenging him—I'll kill your boss and erase the Death Temple from existence."

"You… you have no idea how much you'll anger the Death Temple! You'll pay for this!"

Ximen Wudi grinned, revealing white teeth: "Are you threatening me now?"

As he spoke, he flicked his hand backward—a dark streak shot out, aimed straight at the black-suited man!

Though the black-suited man anticipated the danger, his strength was far too inferior—he felt only a flash of dark light before his chest turned cold, and he froze in place!

The dark streak tore through his shirt, leaving a grotesque, terrifying wound across his pectoral muscle.

This wound stretched a full half-inch across!

"Ah!" The man in the black suit finally couldn't hold back and let out a cry of pain!

Ximen Wudi's four-edged military spike was no joke—its incomparably sharp tip could even sever human tendons, let alone a mere ordinary shirt!

Ximen Wudi said coldly: "If you don't want to end up crippled, take me to the God of Death! Otherwise, I'll make you wish you were dead!"

Having said that, his four-edged military spike suddenly rose and thrust straight at the fellow's knee!

The guy was scared out of his wits and hurriedly begged for mercy: "No, big brother, I'll take you there, I'll take you there!"

Having said that, the man in the black suit hurriedly bent over and clutched his own leg, then dragged himself forward!

Ximen Wudi walked beside him, watching him coldly in silence.

"The boss should still be near the airport, I can contact him!" the man in the black suit said as he dragged himself along.

"I'll wait for you to make contact. You'd better not play any tricks, otherwise… I'll teach you exactly how the word 'death' is written!"

Ximen Wudi's voice seemed to come from the Nine Underworlds!

Hearing this, the man in the black suit shuddered all over!

As expected of a man who could instantly kill a Divine Guard, his presence was truly terrifying!

Ximen Wudi paid no more attention to the fellow and continued along the forest path.

Because the night was of deep color, visibility here was very poor, with bushes occasionally blocking the moonlight.

"The boss is just ahead, just ahead, let's push harder, we can definitely take him out!" the man in the black suit shouted, his forehead covered in sweat.

Ximen Wudi said nothing, but his feet suddenly stamped hard against the ground!

Whoosh!

Two streaks of black light surged up once more, tearing through the night sky in an instant!

Puchi!

Puchi!

Accompanied by the sound of the blade sinking into flesh, the two black-clad men of the Death Temple collapsed to the ground one after another! Each had a vicious gash across their chest!

Ximen Wudi pulled out his military spike, turned, and walked away!

This place wasn't too far from the airport, and Ximen Wudi moved quickly. Twenty minutes later, he could already hear the sound of the airport's propellers.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and a dangerous light bloomed in his eyes.