Bai Zhang's sneer faltered for a moment as he met Feng Chen's eyes.
For a moment, he felt like a rabbit looking at a tiger.
But how could Bai Zhang back down so easily?
Especially since all the other clans are paying attention to them at the moment.
He felt a surge of anger when he thought about being scared of Feng Chen for a second and angrily yelled.
"You talk big for a dead guy!"
Without waiting for another word, he lunged at Feng Chen, ready to punch Feng Chen with his full strength.
His speed was impressive—too fast for those in the Core Formation Stage and below.
Many in the crowd gasped, expecting Feng Chen to be struck down instantly.
But Feng Chen didn't move. His eyes remained calm, his body still.
And just when Bai Zhang's attack was inches from landing, Feng Chen's hand shot out, faster than a lightning strike, grabbing Bai Zhang's wrist in midair.
The air seemed to freeze.
