The Supreme Martial Expert of the Female CEO

"Ladies and gentlemen, the flight to Huaxia will depart in ten minutes. Please board the plane immediately." Sitting on the plane, Ling Feng's face showed a hint of excitement. After fifteen years, he was finally going home.

"Mom and Dad, your son is about to return to his roots!" Ling Feng muttered to himself, his eyes slightly moist.

"Sir, that is my seat, could you please move?" A delightful and melodious voice sounded in Ling Feng's ear.

A woman dressed in a trench coat stood by Ling Feng, wearing a warm hat, her entire petite face covered tightly with large black sunglasses and a mask. However, based on her voice, Ling Feng could tell she was a lively woman.

Ling Feng stood up to make way, and the woman passed by him, a light and fresh fragrance wafting into Ling Feng's nose, elegant and enchanting but not overly seductive!

However, less than five minutes later, a cheerful voice came over, "Dear Miss Xue, I never expected to meet you here!"

A European man of distinguished appearance stood beside Ling Feng, looking tenderly at Chen Ningxue beside Ling Feng.

Chen Ningxue responded in a strained tone, "Sir, you've mistaken me for someone else!"

The man replied with a playful smile, "Miss Chen Ningxue, you truly break my heart. Do you dislike me that much?"

Chen Ningxue, feeling helpless, removed her mask and sunglasses, and said, "Prince George, I'm just an ordinary singer from Huaxia. What do you like about me, can't I change it?"

Prince George smiled gracefully, "Miss Chen Ningxue, you don't know how charming you are. From the moment I saw you, I fell deeply in love with you. You are like the moon in the sky, spreading your light over..."

"Ahem!" At that moment, Ling Feng suddenly coughed loudly, interrupting Prince George's words of adoration.

Prince George looked displeasedly at Ling Feng, then spoke to Chen Ningxue, "Xue, if you really want to go back to your country, I can arrange a private jet for you. Why squeeze into economy class? Oh, the air here is simply terrible, it will affect your rest."

Chen Ningxue politely said, "No, Prince George, I think this is fine. Please leave, as the plane is about to take off!"

Prince George looked deeply at Chen Ningxue, then waved his hand, and a person resembling a butler came over to George, who whispered a few words in his ear.

Less than three minutes later, the sweet voice of the flight attendant rang through the cabin, "Attention, passengers, a major safety hazard has been detected upon inspection of the aircraft. Please deplane in an orderly manner. We have urgently arranged another plane to ensure a smooth departure. Thank you for your cooperation."

A wave of complaints immediately rose among the passengers. Meanwhile, Prince George was sporting a smug smile, "Miss Chen Ningxue, please deplane now, let my private jet take you home!"

It was obvious, all this was the doing of Prince George! Being a prince of England, influencing the departure of a plane was a trivial matter!

A look of helplessness flashed across Chen Ningxue's face. She didn't know why on this trip to London, Prince George had started his fervent pursuit the first time he met her. If it weren't for him, she wouldn't have had to return home so embarrassingly early!

But what no one noticed at that moment was that Ling Feng's expression had turned extremely ugly!

Ling Feng didn't care at all about Prince George flirting. But now he had interfered with his mood to return home, which was unforgivable to Ling Feng!

"Prince George? I think I should call you Astaroth, shouldn't I?" Ling Feng spoke in perfect English, "Do you realize you have made a very foolish mistake?"

The color drained from Prince George's face, as only someone from the Underworld would recognize his true identity! He looked at Ling Feng with a guarded expression and asked, "May I know who you are?"

"Who I am is not important!" Ling Feng said calmly, "But I want you to make the plane take off immediately. My time is very precious!"

"What a joke!" retorted the butler standing next to Prince George, "Who do you think you are, speaking to the prince in that tone! Guards, throw him out!"

No sooner had he spoken than two burly black bodyguards rushed forward to throw Ling Feng out.

Ling Feng frowned, barked a stern "Back off!"

The next second, two huge black bodyguards were sent flying heavily.

"Astaroth, my patience isn't great! If you anger me, I wouldn't mind turning London Airport into another Heaven's Gate Ruins!"

George's expression changed, and with a sway of his body, he moved to Chen Ningxue's side and knocked her unconscious, "Sir, I presume you are also from the Underworld? But humorously, you actually pretend to be the Blood-Handed Asura? You're literally courting death!"

"Pretend?" Ling Feng said playfully, "Are you saying I am pretending?"

"Of course!" George said indifferently, "Everyone in the Underworld knows that six months ago, Blood-Handed Asura led a group of experts to annihilate Divine Gate! During that incident, Blood-Handed Asura and a Divine Gate instructor engaged in a deadly battle where both perished together. This is a well-known fact in the Underworld."

So that was it! Ling Feng had not expected that after six months of recuperating, rumors of his death had spread outside! This was not necessarily bad news for Ling Feng.

"Hmph, since you know my identity, you must not be a nobody!" George said indifferently, "State your life, for my sword does not slay the nameless!"

Ling Feng frowned, "Why all this nonsense!"

With that, his body flickered and his hand shot straight for George's heart!

Ah! George's body tensed, and his right hand swung at Ling Feng's palm.

Inheriting the power of a Knight of the Round Table, Prince George was a famed figure in the Underworld.

With a snap! The overly confident Prince George was sent flying heavily, his right hand dangling limply.

Prince George's face drastically changed, cold sweat slowly streamed down his cheeks, his eyes flashing with terror, "You... you... could you really be..."

The battle's outcome was decided in a moment, and George's butler hadn't noticed the exchange between the two men. Seeing Prince George knocked back, his face displayed furious shock!

"You thug, how dare you harm Prince George, get someone to kill this thug!" the butler shrieked.

The outside guards rushed in, their gun muzzles clicking as they pointed at Ling Feng.

Ling Feng's expression turned incredibly dark, having guns pointed at him was an insult to one of the Underworld's Eight War Gods!

"Hold on!" George quickly shouted, knowing that if the guns went off today, a disaster awaited him!

With a smack, in front of everyone, Prince George flung a heavy slap at the butler, knocking him to the ground.

"Respected Sir!" Prince George bowed deeply, his face showing utmost respect, "I apologize for disturbing you, may I know what I can do to satisfy you?"

Ling Feng looked at Prince George coldly, "Astaroth, if it weren't for Daphne's sake and had I maintained my old nature, I would have killed you already, do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand!" Prince George kept bowing, not straightening up.

Ling Feng said, "Forget it, I'm in a hurry, let the plane take off as soon as possible!"

"As you wish, respected Sir!" George bent at the waist and retreated backwards!

It was only after he got off the plane that he furiously thought, "Who the hell spread the rumor, Blood-Handed Asura... he really is terrifying!"

From the recent attack, George realized that he still stood no chance against Blood-Handed Asura!