Chapter 139: Plane Crash

Passing through the security checkpoint, Ye Tian was not stopped in the slightest and boarded the plane with ease.

"I didn't expect these Koreans to be so well-behaved."

He felt a bit puzzled. After all, on the international stage, people from the Peninsula were always acting like they were invincible, constantly using public opinion to attack other countries. The most disgusting thing was their penchant for claiming things that didn't belong to them—traditional festivals and crafts from the Dragon Kingdom, for instance. Even if they had never heard of these things before, once they found out about them, they would immediately claim, "These belong to our Peninsula!" or "Everything in the world originated from the Peninsula!" It was truly laughable—a bunch of clowns suffering from an extreme inferiority complex.

Still, it didn't matter. Since they were behaving themselves, he could avoid killing anyone. After all, his objective for this trip was only to cause trouble for the Superpower Alliance; it had little to do with the Peninsula itself.

Soon, Ye Tian boarded the plane and found his seat amidst the crowded aisle. Good grief, someone was taking their shoes off and picking at their feet—it stank. He should have asked the Gu family to wait so he could have flown back with Gu Qing'er. After all, it hadn't taken much time to kill Zhang Jiao. But never mind, he would just have to make the best of it.

Wait, he couldn't stand it anymore. Could the kid behind him stop kicking his seat? Under the torture of the noisy cabin, the plane finally took off as scheduled. The crowd spoke in the language of the Peninsula, busy with their own affairs, and the atmosphere seemed perfectly normal.

Ye Tian, who had intended to close his eyes and rest, quickly sensed something wrong. Several gazes were locked onto him. Were the people of the Peninsula planning to make a move on him right here on the plane? But with so many civilians in the cabin, weren't they afraid of harming innocents?

Ye Tian became vigilant. Outwardly, he remained with his eyes closed, but his Yang Spirit departed from his body, drifting high in the air to look down upon those individuals. Yet, although they were staring at him, they made no overt moves. Their expressions showed only profound anxiety and—was that resolve? Their eyes were so firm. Did they know they wouldn't survive after attacking him, or was there some other reason?

Strange, they were all just ordinary people. For a moment, Ye Tian was baffled. Sending a group of civilians to fight him? Were they out of their minds?

Soon, after some turbulence, the plane reached the stratosphere, ten thousand meters in the air. The wings sliced through the clouds, and the crowd, initially agitated, gradually grew quiet. Some put on eye masks to sleep, while others began watching television.

Only the few who had been tailing him remained increasingly restless. Some were even starting to tremble.

"Ten minutes left. We're reaching the designated location soon. Get ready!"

"Don't worry, the large compensation promised to you has already been transferred to your families, and the government will cover all of your children's education expenses!"

"All you have to do is see this through to the end!"

"Understood."

The bald, middle-aged man leading them muttered, then cut the communication channel.

"Time's up. Prepare to act." At his command, all six of them stood up simultaneously. They stripped off their outer garments to reveal that each of them was strapped with a massive time bomb, and the detonators in their hands were already activated!

"Damn it!"

Ye Tian withdrew his Yang Spirit, his eyes widening. So this was their plan. No wonder they sent ordinary people! These insane fanatics from the Peninsula were planning to blow him up along with their own civilian airliner. It was utterly devoid of humanity!

"Brothers, there's no need for this, really!" Ye Tian tried to calm them down, only to realize he couldn't even speak the language of the Peninsula, and he slumped in frustration. He wasn't afraid of being killed by the blast; having attained the Golden Core stage, even if a tactical-level explosion turned his body to dust, he could recast his physical form and be reborn. That was the power of the Yang Spirit.

He could survive, but the three hundred civilians on this plane could not. No matter what a nation did, the innocent should not be involved—that was his principle. Just as he was a citizen of the Dragon Kingdom, he naturally did not want to see his own countrymen die in such a tragedy.

"The leaders of the Peninsula really are animals!" Ye Tian cursed angrily. He lunged forward, intending to grab the ringleader, but heard several shouts from behind:

"Ye Tian, if you dare move, we will detonate the bombs!"

Dragon Kingdom language... So it really was targeted at him.

Ye Tian stopped in his tracks, staring intensely at the man. "Are you planning to take this entire plane down with you? Is this the intent of your country's leadership?!"

"Mind your own business!"

"Today, you are going to die here!"

*I have to die here today!*

His scalp tingled. It meant that they were determined to detonate the bombs, and everyone here was doomed. The crowd quickly realized their intentions, and the cabin erupted into panic.

"Haha, just wait for your death, Ye Tian!"

The leader from the Peninsula laughed maniacally, hauling the explosives toward the cockpit. Moments later, the plane banked. The airliner, which had been heading toward the Dragon Kingdom, changed course, flying toward the ocean in the south.

"Approaching the ocean. Ready to detonate at any moment!" The six men surrounded Ye Tian, reporting in low voices.

"Good. Five minutes until detonation."

*To hell with you!*

Watching the crowd weeping and clutching their heads, Ye Tian channeled his protective aura to its limit, letting out a final sigh. None of the people here would survive, and this karma was caused by him. What a sin!

He suspected that before long, due to this cycle of karma, he would return to the Peninsula. What would happen then, he did not know.

"Time's up! All of you, come join us in the afterlife! Hahahaha!"

The middle-aged leader let out a final roar; his eyes held not only resolve but a trace of relief. "Finally... I can die with a clear conscience..."

The vast cabin was filled with the sound of rapid ticking. Six time bombs were activated simultaneously!

The next second!

A brilliant flash of fire, mingled with a terrifying shockwave, tore the white airliner in two. It plummeted rapidly toward the ocean below. The surging flames were heaven-shaking, like a meteorite piercing through space!

In the distance, several armed fighter jets watched the explosion.

"Report: The plane has exploded over international waters. Confirmed no survivors. Returning to base!"

"Hahaha, then return to base!"

From the other end of the radio came the hearty laughter of the President of the Peninsula.