Haotian Quan shook his head and explained, "That's right, usually when disciples of the 'Chuma' deduct lifespan, their appearance doesn't change. But Wang Fubao is different!"
As Haotian Quan spoke, Tang Junsheng looked at him curiously.
Haotian Quan continued, "A person's lifespan is generally around a hundred years, and 'Chuma' disciples are no exception. However, Wang Fubao's birth chart is special. The lifespan he deducted from the immortal beings he invited should exceed a hundred years. It is precisely because his birth chart is special and he deducted less that his appearance changed."
Tang Junsheng and Cui Yiling nodded and turned their attention back to the fight below.
Down on the arena, Wang Fubao and Wang Ming were locked in a fierce, evenly matched battle.
Wang Ming unleashed another powerful Vajra Palm strike towards Wang Fubao, but Wang Fubao raised his hand to block it.
From the stands, Zhang Xiaoqiang watched the fight below and asked, "Master Yu, who do you think will win?"
Yu Daochen shook his head, uncertain. "It's hard to say. Their strength seems evenly matched."
"Old Su, who do you think will win?" Yu Daochen then turned to Su Lai beside him.
Su Lai observed the battle below and analyzed, "It's difficult to say. Based on the current situation, it looks like they'll fight a protracted battle. But if it's a war of attrition, Wang Fubao would have the advantage."
Da Hu nodded in agreement, "That's right, if it turns into a long drawn-out fight, Wang Fubao definitely has the advantage."
Yu Daochen agreed with their assessment. If neither could defeat the other, it would come down to endurance, whoever fell first.
Time ticked by, and the two continued their back-and-forth exchange, one attacking, the other defending.
They fought from half past twelve in the afternoon until half past five, with no victor declared.
The spectators in the stands were growing weary, their eyes blurring. What should have been an exciting match had been turned into a drawn-out performance by the two fighters.
Zhang Xiaoqiang yawned, "Damn, these two still haven't decided a winner? It's almost six o'clock."
Yu Daochen, on the other hand, was engrossed. "No rush, the outcome will be decided within twenty minutes."
Just as Yu Daochen predicted, Wang Ming and Wang Fubao below were both drenched in sweat, their clothes tattered.
The difference was that Wang Ming had transitioned from active offense to passive defense.
Da Hu looked up at the darkening sky, a hint of confusion in his voice. "Isn't it getting dark unusually fast today?"
As Da Hu spoke, Su Lai and the others also looked up at the sky.
"Maybe it's the change of season. It's not strange for it to get dark a little faster," Zhang Xiaoqiang offered.
Da Hu and Su Lai didn't pay it much mind and continued to watch the battle below.
Only Yu Daochen, gazing at the sky, frowned, a sense of foreboding creeping into his heart.
Meanwhile, Cui Yiling also noticed the change in the sky. "Isn't it getting dark a bit too early?"
Tang Junsheng and Haotian Quan also sensed something was amiss but didn't dwell on it.
Below, Wang Ming and Wang Fubao were both at their limits. A single mistake would lead to utter defeat.
Neither dared to launch a reckless attack.
"Master Yu, how do you think the Godly Church will launch their sneak attack? The sky has already darkened," Su Lai asked curiously.
Yu Daochen shook his head, unable to guess the method of attack the Godly Church would employ.
"Surely they won't just jump in from outside the arena, right? The three members of the Black List are still here," Zhang Xiaoqiang said, shrugging.
As they were talking, a voice called out from behind them.
"Leave here quickly!"
Yu Daochen froze. He knew that voice all too well.
It was Xu Feng!
Yu Daochen turned his head and saw a figure disappear into the crowd nearby.
Seeing Yu Daochen looking behind him, Zhang Xiaoqiang was bewildered. "Master Yu, what's wrong?"
Yu Daochen shook his head, his expression turning serious. "Leave here, immediately!"
At Yu Daochen's words, Zhang Xiaoqiang, Su Lai, and the others realized something was wrong.
Although they didn't understand why, they began to move, intending to leave the area first.
"Look at the sky!"
Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted.
Yu Daochen and the others looked up.
They saw a massive boulder hurtling towards Wang Ming and Wang Fubao in the arena.
Wang Ming and Wang Fubao reacted quickly, dodging the falling boulder.
However, both were exhausted. They managed to evade the direct impact but were still sent flying by the shockwave, crashing into the wall behind them.
Everything happened so fast that even Haotian Quan, Tang Junsheng, and Cui Yiling in the stands were caught off guard.
"What!"
Haotian Quan looked at the arena in disbelief. Such an incident had never occurred since the Fengtian Grand Assembly began.
Just then, a figure appeared in the air above the arena.
The gazes of everyone below were drawn to the figure hovering above.
The person floating in mid-air appeared to be around twenty years old, with skin as pale as mercury, and eyes that seemed to pierce through everything, making it impossible to look directly at them.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I am the leader of the Godly Church, Shen Tianming!!" Shen Tianming said with an evil grin.
Upon hearing the name Shen Tianming, the crowd below was struck with shock.
Haotian Quan narrowed his eyes, a murderous aura surfacing. "The cult leader, Shen Tianming!"