It truly proved the saying: plans could never keep up with changes.
Gongsun Wushuang was extremely unwilling to accept this. He had already been prepared to kill Fan Lang on the spot. The arrow was on the string, yet someone had interrupted him like this. It was utterly disappointing.
The spectators were equally unwilling to accept it. They had all widened their eyes, waiting to watch a good show, only to suddenly be told that it could not happen. For a time, boos erupted everywhere as they vented their dissatisfaction.
But there was nothing to be done. A clash between geniuses like this would cause far too much destruction and had to be carefully considered.
"Your Majesty, how long will it take to prepare a new arena?" Gongsun Wushuang asked in a deep voice.
"If we rush it at full speed, three days should be about enough," the Taijin God Emperor answered.
"Fine, three days!" Gongsun Wushuang turned to Fan Lang. "You heard him too. Consider yourself lucky this time—you've gained three extra days. I'll deal with you in three days. Cherish these three days!"
"If you're truly in such a hurry to decide the victor, I have an idea. We can fight somewhere more open, so we won't have to worry about involving anyone else. The universe is vast, and there are plenty of places where we can fight without restraint. I can provide a natural arena. If you agree, I'll take you there right now." Fan Lang showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, he made such a proposal.
Gongsun Wushuang raised an eyebrow slightly and sneered. "Are you in such a rush to reincarnate? Heaven finally gave you a chance to live three more days, yet you don't cherish it. My word has always been as good as gold.