Chapter 134 Let Me Do It!

After shouting, the translucent figure vanished in a puff of smoke. Kyle almost thought he was hallucinating.

Then, the doors of the Bronze Temple swung open with a deafening boom!

Xing Cang and Meng Qing were the first to rush in.

Their expressions turned grim when they saw the Bronze Temple, once again deathly silent, and the five-colored altar shattered into two pieces on the ground.

It was clear that Kyle had already obtained the true inheritance!

Xing Cang and Meng Qing exchanged a look and subtly surrounded Kyle.

The two flanked him, cutting off all his escape routes.

What was cooperation compared to the inheritance of the Twelve Olympians?

They believed that even the powerhouses of their clans would immediately break their alliances.

Xing Cang tried his best to make his smile seem amiable and asked with veiled meaning,

"Divine Son, aren't you going to share the inheritance you obtained?"

"What inheritance? I didn't see anything!"

Kyle was truly at a loss for words. He hastily recounted what had just happened.

"As soon as I came in, that Hermes started cursing me, and after he finished, he said he gave me the inheritance, and then he disappeared!"

To his surprise, no one believed his explanation. Instead, they looked at him as if he were an idiot.

Hermes, one of the Twelve Olympians, cursed you? What made you so special that a god would curse you? Why didn't you just say that Zeus, the King of the Gods, wanted to take you as a disciple?

However, considering Kyle's status, many only dared to complain in their hearts.

Meng Qing wasn't so polite. He sneered and said,

"Divine Son, if you want to monopolize the inheritance of the Twelve Olympians, you don't have to make up such a clumsy excuse, do you? Aren't you afraid of biting off more than you can chew?"

"I'm not making it up! Everything I said is true!"

Kyle was on the verge of tears. As the son of the God Emperor, he had been pampered since childhood. When had he ever been saddled with such a huge accusation?

Little did he know that his frantic appearance only confirmed Xing Cang and Meng Qing's suspicions that he was guilty.

They became even more certain that Kyle had obtained the inheritance!

"Divine Son, since you say you didn't get the inheritance..." Xing Cang pointed at the five-colored altar shattered on the ground. "Then how do you explain the altar being split in two?"

"I... I don't know! The altar was like this when I came in!" Kyle was truly miserable, and cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

"Oh? We left the Bronze Temple together. The altar was fine before we left, and no one has entered since then."

A glint flashed in Xing Cang's eyes as he calmly analyzed the situation.

"Then you were the first to enter the Bronze Temple, and now the altar is broken, and you say you don't know what happened? Do you think we'll believe that explanation?"

Meng Qing chimed in at that moment.

"Divine Son, I advise you to be sensible. I sensed it clearly just now! There was clearly a power of law in the Bronze Temple, and now that power has disappeared without a trace. You still say you didn't get the inheritance?"

Xing Cang and Meng Qing began to close in, and a dangerous aura emanated from them.

The so-called Divine Son of the God Emperor was nothing more than an insignificant figure in their eyes.

If this kid stubbornly insisted on monopolizing Hermes' inheritance of the Twelve Olympians, they would definitely strike!

"Damn it! I really didn't get any damn inheritance! It was like this when I came in. Believe it or not!"

Kyle roared in anger. When had he ever suffered such grievances?

Usually, a crowd of people would flatter him even if he called a deer a horse. He never imagined that one day he would be telling the truth and no one would believe him.

"Hmph! Since you're so determined to monopolize the inheritance, then don't blame us!"

A fierce glint flashed in Xing Cang's eyes.

"Meng Qing, subdue him, but don't kill him!"

Then, a long sword appeared in Xing Cang's hand!

Xing Cang's reliance wasn't just the fact that Qu Ji, a sword cultivator, was willing to follow him wholeheartedly, but also an unparalleled, extraordinary swordsmanship.

Last time, he didn't even have time to draw his sword before Yang Xiangdi ambushed him. Having learned his lesson, Xing Cang used his full strength from the start.

"You actually dare to attack me?" Kyle was stunned for a moment, then his face suddenly flushed red, and a long spear appeared in his hand.

"Thunderfire Bursting Spear!"

Kyle unleashed his full power, and the terrifying power of lightning and fire intertwined on the spear, stabbing towards Xing Cang!

"Hmph, just because you're kings and overlords in this small place, you think you're geniuses?"

Now that they had completely fallen out, Xing Cang no longer gave Kyle any face in his words.

"I'll show you just how big the gap is between you so-called geniuses from Kaiji Star and the geniuses from our Ninth Universe!"

"Sword Twenty-One!"

The long sword in Xing Cang's hand transformed into a grand sword phantom, which then slashed towards Kyle.

Boom!

The sword light and the spear collided, and the violent force formed a small vortex that intertwined with each other.

Although Kyle was at a disadvantage against Xing Cang, he was still able to barely hold on.

At that moment, Meng Qing's figure appeared behind Kyle like a ghost. Then, he took out his staff and waved it gently.

Kyle suddenly felt that the muscles in his body had become extremely weak, and he couldn't muster even the slightest bit of strength.

He was already at a disadvantage against Xing Cang, and now he was completely defeated.

The grand sword light slashed across Kyle's chest, and Kyle flew backward, creating a long trench on the ground.

"Ugh!"

Kyle opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood, his face unspeakably pale.

"Curse-type mage!"

Kyle looked at Meng Qing and spat out the words with hatred.

Meng Qing only sneered and ignored Kyle. He crouched down and asked in an icy voice,

"How is it, Divine Son? Are you going to hand over the inheritance now?"

"I already told you, I didn't get any inheritance!" Kyle was almost spitting blood from anger. He clearly hadn't gotten any benefits and had been beaten for nothing.

"Oh?! It seems your mouth is really tough! Then I'll have to do it myself!"

Meng Qing began to search Kyle's body directly. The seriously injured Kyle had no strength to resist and could only let Meng Qing grope him like a delicate flower.

But after a thorough search, Meng Qing frowned.

He really didn't find anything on Kyle that was related to the inheritance. He stood up and shook his head at Xing Cang.

"After all, it's the inheritance of the Twelve Olympians. It's probably directly engraved in his mind. You definitely won't find anything by searching his body!"

A ruthless look flashed in Xing Cang's eyes.

"Since he's so stubborn! Then we'll have to torture him to get him to talk!"

Kyle's expression suddenly changed upon hearing this. Having been pampered since childhood, he had never experienced such things. Just hearing the words "torture" made him start to tremble.

"Divine Son, if you don't want to suffer physical pain, then obediently hand over the inheritance!"

Xing Cang grinned and pointed his long sword at Kyle.

"Otherwise, I might really cut off pieces of your flesh one by one!"

"An Liya, save me! Someone, save me!"

Seeing this, Kyle could no longer care about his dignity as the Divine Son and loudly called for help from An Liya and the others.

However, the people Xing Cang had brought with him reacted quickly and instantly stood in front of Morton and the others, staring at them menacingly.

Meng Qing also moved quickly and kept a close eye on An Liya.

The atmosphere was tense, and there were signs of a fight breaking out at any moment.

An Liya frowned slightly and raised the Wrath of the Gods. As a member of the Western Alliance, she certainly couldn't stand by and watch Kyle being tortured.

"Hmph, stubbornly clinging to your beliefs!"

Seeing this, Meng Qing simply raised his staff, and a magic array quietly appeared under the feet of the Western Alliance members.

An Liya's movements froze instantly, and then the others felt that their bodies could no longer move, as if they were imprisoned by a strange force.

"Luckily, I left a little something behind when I broke the barrier of the Bronze Temple. Otherwise, it would have been a little troublesome to deal with so many of you!"

Meng Qing sneered. He had set up this magic array in advance. It would definitely be difficult to kill so many people, but it was no problem to trap them.

Curse-type mages and necromancers were somewhat similar, both being able to show their strongest strength only after some preparation.

However, necromancers directly used an army of undead to overwhelm their opponents, while curse-type mages had strange and unpredictable methods.

Then, Meng Qing turned his gaze to Bai Jianlin. After dealing with the Western Alliance members, the only one left who could threaten him and Xing Cang was Bai Jianlin.

Bai Jianlin frowned upon seeing this and retreated to the back with Tong Yu.

He had no interest in any inheritance, but he was quite curious about one thing. Why hadn't he seen Tian E from the beginning until now?

Xing Cang's long sword was now less than 0.01 centimeters away from Kyle's delicate skin, and the sharp sword light made the hairs on Kyle's body stand on end.

"How is it, Divine Son? Are you still not willing to hand over the inheritance? No one can save you now!" Xing Cang said with a cruel smile.

Kyle was almost crying. He really hadn't gotten any damn inheritance!

If he knew who had framed him, he would definitely cut that person into a thousand pieces!

Seeing that Kyle was still unwilling to speak, Xing Cang frowned and thrust his sword down.

Xing Cang looked indifferent. For the inheritance of the Twelve Olympians, he couldn't care about anything else now.

With a flick of the sword, a piece of flesh as thin as a cicada's wing flew up.

"Ah!"

Kyle let out a heart-wrenching scream, and blood gurgled from the wound. His eyes widened, and his eyes were full of bloodshot veins.

Xing Cang's attack was extremely precise. At that rate of such thin slices, he could cut Kyle into at least ten thousand pieces.

This meant that Kyle would be in a state of wanting to live but not being able to, and wanting to die but not being allowed to!

Kyle's heart was filled with despair. He was now wishing that someone could descend from the heavens and save him.

Just then, a loud shout suddenly came.

"Let go of that Divine Son, let me do it!"

Qiao Yu, who had been watching the whole thing from the sidelines with his Six Paths Power, finally couldn't help but jump out.

At this moment, Qiao Yu's appearance was like a god descending to earth in Kyle's eyes, radiating infinite light.

Kyle no longer cared about his past grudges with Qiao Yu. He stared at Qiao Yu with pleading eyes, praying that Qiao Yu could save him.

Xing Cang, upon seeing Qiao Yu, instantly felt like his enemy was right in front of him, making him particularly enraged.

"It's you! You actually dare to show up in front of me again!"

Xing Cang turned his spear to deal with Qiao Yu, but Qiao Yu immediately stopped Xing Cang with a single sentence.

"Wait! Don't you want the inheritance of Hermes of the Twelve Olympians anymore?"

Xing Cang's sword suddenly stopped. Nothing was more important than Hermes' inheritance.

"You have a way?" he asked.

"Of course!" Qiao Yu raised his head high. "You've seen it too. Our Divine Son Kyle is very stubborn! Even if you use torture, you won't be able to get anything out of his mouth!"

"But, it's different if you let me do it. I have a way to make him obediently tell the truth! And I guarantee that no one but me, Warde Locke Tian E, can make him talk!"

"Oh? Is that true?" Xing Cang's eyes were uncertain, and he was hesitating whether to believe Qiao Yu.

"How about this, give me half a day! How's that?" Qiao Yu smiled confidently.

"Alright! Then I'll trust you this once! If you can really make him hand over Hermes' inheritance, our past grudges will be wiped away! I can even give you another chance to follow me!" A glint flashed in Xing Cang's eyes.

"Okay!"

Then, Qiao Yu picked Kyle up from the ground and walked towards the outside of the Bronze Temple.

"Tian E, thank you so much. I'm sorry, I admit I used to be a little loud." Kyle was almost in tears. He didn't expect Qiao Yu to repay evil with kindness and come to save him.

"It's okay, Divine Son. We're all members of the Western Alliance, so we should take care of each other!"

Qiao Yu patted Kyle on the shoulder, giving him a reliable look.

"But Divine Son, you might have to suffer a little next. I'll pretend to torture you, and then I'll find a chance to save you all!"

"Okay, it's okay, I understand!" Kyle's eyes were full of gratitude. He had realized what true friendship was in times of crisis. He never thought that the person he used to hate the most would be the one to save him.

He realized that he might have been too harsh on this man named Tian E in the past. This was truly a person worth befriending!

"Tian E, thank you! From now on, you're my best brother, Kyle!" Kyle said emotionally, his eyes already filled with tears.

"Don't worry! Divine Son! Brotherhood is in the heart!"

Qiao Yu also held Kyle's hand tightly, then hung him on a tree.

He casually took off Kyle's sock and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Divine Son, you have to endure it a little! I won't use sharp weapons, I'll only use my fists, but you have to act like you're in a lot of pain!" Qiao Yu said considerately.

"Mmm mmm!" Kyle answered vaguely with his mouth stuffed with a sock.

What harm could fists do? As long as that Xing Cang didn't come over with his sword to slice him again, anything was fine!

"Okay, then here I come. Divine Son, get ready, it might hurt a little!" Qiao Yu looked very concerned.

"Come on!" Kyle looked ready to die for a noble cause.

But when Qiao Yu's first punch landed on him, Kyle's face changed!

The heavy punch made Kyle arch his back in pain. His face was flushed, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and he tightly bit the sock in his mouth but couldn't say a word.

Then, Qiao Yu grabbed his hair and forced him to stand up straight. Qiao Yu praised in a low voice.

"You're such a good actor, Divine Son! I almost didn't realize you were acting!"

"Ugh ugh ugh!" Kyle was in so much pain that tears were about to come out. He felt his internal organs churning non-stop.

God knows he wasn't acting at all. This kid named Tian E was really hitting him with everything he had!

"Divine Son, hold on! To avoid being seen through by Xing Cang and the others, I have to hit you faster."

Qiao Yu had a kind smile on his face. It wasn't like he hadn't wanted to beat this arrogant Divine Son for a day or two. Now he finally had the chance.

The sandbag-sized fist landed on Kyle like a storm.

"Atada! Tai Chi Fist! Bajiquan! Xingyiquan! Xinyi Liuhequan! Wing Chun! Lohan Fist! Tongbeiquan! Praying Mantis Fist!"

The sounds of banging rang out like drums, except the drumsticks had turned into Qiao Yu's hands, and the drum surface had turned into Kyle's body.

Kyle had been beaten so badly that he was starting to lose his mind.

Xing Cang and Meng Qing inside the Bronze Temple were also a little taken aback.

"This Tian E... does he have a grudge against their Divine Son..." Just watching Qiao Yu's continuous punches made Meng Qing's stomach hurt a little.

The corners of Xing Cang's mouth twitched as well.

"Maybe... As long as we can get the inheritance of the Olympian God Hermes in the end, I don't care about anything else!"

"By the way, Meng Qing, reinforce the magic array again so those people don't come out and cause trouble."

"Okay!" Meng Qing walked to An Liya and the others and reinforced the magic array again.

In the blink of an eye, half a day passed, and the banging sound had been ringing for half a day. The time Xing Cang had promised Qiao Yu was up.

Xing Cang stepped out of the Bronze Temple and walked up to Qiao Yu.

Qiao Yu, who was dripping with sweat, finally stopped what he was doing when he saw Xing Cang and shook his arms, which were sore from punching non-stop.

"Lord Xing Cang, you're finally here! I've been torturing the Divine Son for half a day, and it's been really爽!"