The violent airwave instantly engulfed his body, throwing him backward like a kite with a broken string.
Fang Cheng lost his balance but didn't stubbornly resist head-on.
He followed the airflow, suddenly exerting force with his waist and abdomen, and performed an extremely smooth series of backflips in mid-air.
The perfectly extended moves dissipated all the impact, allowing him to hover steadily above the clouds, unscathed.
As the passenger plane completed its ascent and entered cruise mode, its speed increased again.
The distance between them began to grow irreversibly.
Feeling the intense consumption of True Qi within his body, Fang Cheng sighed helplessly.
He then stopped the True Qi burst, spread his arms again, and slowed down to glide.
"Consider yourself lucky to be fast enough."
Stabilizing his posture, Fang Cheng looked at the distant figure of the passenger plane and chuckled:
