This was an expert fighter, one who was in no way inferior to Xia Yun.
As the dagger slowly approached Xia Yun's chest, she suddenly kicked at the assailant.
The assailant's reaction was extremely swift, his legs clamped violently, trapping Xia Yun's fierce strike, and then both his hands pressed down on the dagger.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye, and only now did the surrounding passengers realize what was happening. They screamed and fumbled to unbuckle their seat belts.
The tip of the knife got closer and closer to Xia Yun's chest.
Cold sweat slid down Xia Yun's forehead. Could it be that she was going to die here today?
The passengers around her ran in panic to the sides, blocking the way, making it impossible for the air marshals to get through.
Xia Yun had never expected that she would encounter a sneak attack on an airplane.
The only one still at Xia Yun's side was Wang Dadong.