Wu Yun's Death

The instant they heard the answer, everyone seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Meng Hongchen threw her arms around her brother.

"See, I told you he wasn't Tang San! You even blamed me just now. If it weren't for me, you'd have been sent back to the Douluo Continent just like that man."

"You know cultivation is much faster in the Heavenly Tomb Space than on the Douluo Continent. If you really got sent back, your soul power wouldn't be able to keep up with mine by the time I came down."

Xiao Hongchen felt as though he had narrowly escaped death. Thank goodness his sister was there, or he would have had to leave the Heavenly Tomb Space.

"It was my fault. I shouldn't have blamed you. From now on, I'll listen to you and never lose my temper with you again."

Although Xiao Hongchen had not answered a single question correctly so far and seemed to have received no rewards, that was not actually the case.

Being able to enter the Sky Screen Space was itself an enormous reward.

After all, cultivation was far faster in the Sky Screen Space than on the Douluo Continent.

Were resources the most important thing for a genius?

No, they weren't!

For a genius, the most important thing was time!

Only by racing against every passing second could they cultivate to greater heights.

And the Sky Screen Space happened to make up for precisely that.

As long as the soul masters in the Sky Screen Space could return from it, the geniuses on the Douluo Continent would essentially have lost any chance of competing with them.

That was what made the Sky Screen Space so terrifying!

The moment he heard the answer, Jing Hongchen, who had been on tenterhooks, finally relaxed completely and beamed with delight.

"What a wonderful wrong answer! Wonderful!"

He had never felt so pleased with how things had turned out.

Tang San watched the scene slowly appearing beneath the Sky Screen and realized that his back was soaked in cold sweat.

He had thought he would meet his end in the Sky Screen Space so soon.

In the end, it had only been a false alarm.

Only then did Wang Dong finally regain her composure. A moment earlier, she had nearly begun to doubt her own identity.

Watching Wu Yun being sent down from the Sky Screen, Zhongli Wu naturally refused to miss the chance to kick him while he was down and mocked him as he departed.

"Wu Yun, congratulations on answering incorrectly. Don't worry, I'm sure the Great Enshrined is already waiting for you on the Douluo Continent. I'll burn a stick of incense for you afterward."

Wu Yun's voice abruptly cut off. He turned toward Zhongli Wu and Ye Xishui again to plead.

"Supreme Elder, Cult Leader, I know I was wrong! I truly know I was wrong!

"Please spare me this once. From now on, I'll belong to the Holy Spirit Cult in life and remain its ghost in death. If you tell me to go east, I'll never go west."

There was no trace of his earlier arrogance left.

If he had not been so arrogant earlier, he might have been able to keep his life. But now, it was all too late.

Just then, Ye Xishui, who had remained silent all this time, finally spoke.

But she addressed not Wu Yun, but the Sky Screen above.

"Lord Sky Screen, could you show us what happens after Wu Yun descends?"

Ye Xishui understood Long Xiaoyao. She knew that once Wu Yun returned to the Douluo Continent, he would certainly die at Long Xiaoyao's hands.

And that was exactly what she wanted to see, so she made this request.

[Granted.]

The Sky Screen actually responded to Ye Xishui.

Wu Yun had already left the Sky Screen Space completely.

However, a scene of Wu Yun descending to the world below slowly appeared on the Sky Screen.

As the Seven-Colored Divine Light descended.

High in the sky, Wu Yun thought only of breaking through the Sky Screen and fleeing for his life.

"Damn it! Damn it all! Let me go! Let me go now!"

But after exerting all his strength, he discovered that he could not break through the Seven-Colored Divine Light at all. He could only let it carry him back to the place from which he had ascended.

As the ground drew closer and closer, Wu Yun grew increasingly frantic.

He knew the moment he landed would be the moment of his death.

Given the Great Enshrined's attitude toward the Supreme Elder, he was certain to die.

On the ground, Long Xiaoyao was already standing at the spot where Wu Yun had been chosen.

Everyone on the Douluo Continent and in the Sky Screen Space also looked toward the Sky Screen, watching Wu Yun's death approach.

Wu Yun landed, and the Seven-Colored Divine Light dispersed. The instant his feet touched the ground, he burst into motion at his greatest speed, trying to escape.

But with his strength, how could he possibly escape Long Xiaoyao at such close range?

In the blink of an eye, an enormous black dragon claw enveloped him completely, and Long Xiaoyao appeared before him.

"Wu Yun, where are you planning to run? Back in the Sky Screen Space, you certainly weren't like this in front of the Supreme Elder and the Cult Leader."

Wu Yun still clung to a sliver of hope. The moment Long Xiaoyao appeared, he dropped to his knees and began to plead.

"Great Enshrined, please spare me this once! I was possessed by madness before, but now I know I was wrong. For the sake of all the years I've risked my life for the Holy Spirit Cult, please spare me this once!"

"You don't know you were wrong. You know you're about to die."

"If you weren't so foolish, perhaps you could have kept your life, and even achieved greater things in the Sky Screen Space.

"But unfortunately, you really are that foolish. In the end, your own stupidity killed you."

"No, Great Enshrined, spare me just-"

Long Xiaoyao did not look at Wu Yun again. The enormous dragon claw appeared once more and slammed down against the ground, obliterating Wu Yun completely.

At the sight, many people felt a chill in their hearts.

The Holy Spirit Cult truly lived up to its name. Even one of its own would be killed without mercy for speaking insolently.

Wu Yun was a Titled Douluo, after all. Such people were exceedingly rare in any faction.

Yet now he had died just like that.

Seeing Wu Yun's death, Zhongli Wu felt nothing but satisfaction. That fellow had dared to disrespect him earlier. He really must have swallowed a lion's heart and a leopard's gall.

Those who did not court death would not die.

"Lin Yang, he died just like that. He was a Titled Douluo! Do you think we have a chance of becoming Titled Douluo?"

Xiao Xiao was deeply shocked. To her, a Titled Douluo was someone far beyond her reach, yet one had just vanished like that.

"I definitely do. As for you, I have no idea."

Lin Yang's reply practically begged for a beating.

Xiao Xiao instantly flew into a rage, raising her fist and hammering Lin Yang in the chest.

"You, becoming a Titled Douluo? You can't even beat a Wind Baboon! Where do you find the nerve?"

Xiao Xiao exposed his embarrassing weakness without hesitation.

Just then, the Sky Screen's voice sounded in Lin Yang's mind again, though this time it was not awarding him a reward.

[After the third question ends, the question setter may designate one special contestant to participate and set objectives and rules.]

Hearing this voice, Lin Yang spoke to Xiao Xiao again.

"I take back what I just said. You can definitely become a Titled Douluo."

As the two bantered and tussled.

Within the Sky Screen Space, the scene shifted again. The footage of Wu Yun disappeared, replaced by a black-clad figure and a building with an air of antique elegance.

What that figure was doing at that moment was stealing.

At that moment, everyone understood: the Sky Screen was now showing Tang San stealing the Tang Sect Secret Arts in his previous life.