"Murder! Help!"
The woman in the front seat was a heavyset middle-aged lady draped in all kinds of jewelry. When the flashy young man collapsed, his wide-open eyes happened to be staring straight at her. Instantly, she leapt up from her seat with a shriek and bolted toward the cockpit.
"Die!"
The man who killed the rich youth flashed a cold glint in his eyes and struck again, raising his palm to smash it down on the heavyset woman's back.
The middle-aged woman was just an ordinary person. Ian Song knew that if that palm landed on her back, it would shatter her internal organs—he couldn't stay silent any longer.
"Stop!"
"Pff!"
A coin suddenly appeared in Ian Song's hand. He channeled true essence into it and launched it with the hidden weapon technique of Thousand-Buddha Hand.
Thousand-Buddha Hand was an Innate-level martial art, and with Ian pouring true essence into the coin, its speed reached the extreme. Only a faint silver flash could be seen before it pierced through the man's palm just as he was about to strike the middle-aged woman.
"Ah!"
The man let out a miserable scream and jerked his hand back, discovering a bloody hole in his palm.
Since he had already revealed himself, Ian Song no longer held back. As he pierced the man's palm, he exploded forward with Ninefold Dragon Step, both hands slamming out.
Raging Tidal Surge, First Form!
Caught completely off guard, the other man could only hastily raise his hands to block.
"Pff!"
He felt an overwhelming force surge through his arms and into his body, instantly shattering his internal organs.
With one move, Ian shattered a terrorist's organs. His body twisted smoothly, transitioning into the second form of Raging Tidal Surge.
"Boom!"
Rolling, crashing qi enveloped the wounded terrorist whose palm had been pierced. Before he could react, Ian's hands landed in quick succession on his chest and dantian.
His heart shattered, his dantian destroyed!
With terrorists who killed without a second thought, Ian Song showed no mercy.
In the blink of an eye, two Innate First Layer terrorists died at Ian's hands. Witnessing this, Serena Tang's beautiful eyes flickered with admiration and surprise.
Without pausing after killing the two terrorists, Ian charged toward economy class, where eight more gun-wielding terrorists waited.
In the next instant, he appeared in economy class. The eight terrorists seemed to sense something was wrong, stood up, and aimed their guns at Ian.
"Go!"
Eight streaks of silver light shot out from Ian's hand like a rain of flowers.
"Pff pff pff pff pff pff pff pff!"
Seven terrorists had their foreheads pierced by coins and died instantly. One managed to dodge, quickly grabbed a nearby middle-aged passenger as a hostage, and shouted at Ian, "Back off, or I'll kill him!"
Ian frowned, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes.
"Do what he says, young man, or he'll shoot me!" the middle-aged man pleaded desperately to Ian.
The three terrorists in the cockpit had already realized something was wrong. The young pilot switched the plane to autopilot, then roughly grabbed a flight attendant by the hair and dragged her toward first class. Coincidentally, that flight attendant was the same one who had served Ian earlier.
Stay calm!
Ian took a deep breath, locked his eyes on the terrorist, and in the next instant, hurled a coin infused with all his remaining true essence.
A flash of silver light streaked by.
"Pff!"
A bloody hole appeared in the terrorist's forehead. His gun slipped from his hand, and he slumped lifelessly into his seat.
To kill the terrorist as quickly as possible and leave him no time to fire, Ian had poured all his true essence into the attack. As soon as the terrorist died, Ian felt his body stagger, nearly collapsing.
"Help! Help!"
The middle-aged passenger who had been held hostage saw the terrorist killed and ran toward Ian, shouting in relief.
Ian quickly popped a Vital Essence Pill into his mouth and said to the economy class passengers, "Don't be afraid. They were all terrorists, but I've already killed them! Please remain calm and maintain order!"
"Thank you for saving me, young man!" The middle-aged passenger gratefully grabbed Ian's hand.
"It's alright, sir. Please go back to your seat—there are still a few terrorists left to deal with!" Ian reassured him, then turned toward first class.
But just as he turned around, a cruel smile appeared on the middle-aged passenger's face. "Go die!" he snarled.
With lightning speed, the man slammed his palm into Ian's back.
"Pff!"
Ian's body shot forward like a severed kite, crashing straight into first class.
The palm strike was powerful, at least Innate Third Layer level. Since Ian had just exhausted his true essence and only recovered about twenty percent with the Vital Essence Pill, the blow nearly pulverized his internal organs.
Still airborne, Ian hastily activated his life-type divine ability.
However, he didn't rush to get up from the floor.
"Huh, kid, you actually survived a full-force palm from me?" The middle-aged man strode into first class, looking at the weak, prone Ian in surprise.
"You... you're one of them too?" Ian gasped, blood pouring from his mouth as he spoke.
"You only just figured it out? Too late!" the middle-aged man sneered. "Alright, brat—since you killed so many of my men, I'll send you to hell myself!" As he spoke, he strode over and raised his foot to stomp on Ian's head.
"Don't kill him!"
Serena Tang shouted loudly.
At that moment, the gloomy young man holding the flight attendant hostage also arrived in first class. Together with the middle-aged man, they trapped Serena Tang between them.
"Miss Tang, you seem to care about this kid?" The middle-aged man's foot hovered in midair as he spoke.
"You're wrong. I don't know him—I just don't want to see you keep killing innocent people." Serena Tang regained her usual cold composure.
"Enough, Miss Tang. I don't want to waste words. You know why we're here—hand over the item!" The middle-aged man withdrew his foot and smiled at Serena, then his gaze turned icy. "Of course, you can refuse, but if you do, everyone on this plane will die with you!"
"You really think I'd carry that thing on me? Even if you kill everyone on this plane, I still can't give it to you!" Serena replied coldly, unmoved.
"Ah Wei!"
The middle-aged man glanced at the gloomy young man.
The young man nodded, reached out, and tightened his grip around the flight attendant's neck. Her face grew paler by the second.
The middle-aged man spoke again: "Miss Tang, will you hand it over or not? I'll ask you three times. The first time, Ah Wei will kill the flight attendant. The second, we'll kill everyone in first class. The third, we'll kill everyone on the plane!"
For the first time, hesitation flickered across Serena Tang's face. "Fine, I can give you the item—but you must promise not to harm anyone else on the plane!"
The middle-aged man burst into loud laughter. "Ha! Miss Tang, you really are merciful. Ah Wei!"
"Yes!"
The gloomy young man released the flight attendant and strode toward Serena Tang.
Now's my chance.
Having been quietly restoring his true essence, Ian's eyes flashed with sharp light as he suddenly sprang up from the floor.