The Golden Iron Triangle Falls Apart

Something was wrong?

After hearing Flender out, Yu Xiaogang began to catch on. "What do you mean?"

"What do you think?" Flender said. "Tell me, what kind of man is Qin Xuan? He's notorious for holding grudges. Bone Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect accidentally offended that bastard, and Qin Xuan cost him an eye, a foot, and three levels of Soul Power. His cultivation was stuck at Level Ninety-One for life."

After nearly a decade of listening to Yu Xiaogang—and after Qin Xuan had just "snatched away" his beloved Erlong—Flender had become one of Qin Xuan's fiercest haters.

He went on, "As far as I know, whenever that bastard sets his sights on a woman, he gets her. Even a Titled Douluo is no exception. You were about to marry a woman he wanted today, yet he let you go for no reason. Why do you think that is?"

"Erlong sacrificed herself for us. You call yourself the foremost theoretical master in the Soul Master world. Don't you know that anyone above Soul Emperor can transmit their voice through Soul Power? Someone talented enough can even do it at Soul King. Qin Xuan must have threatened Erlong in secret."

Yu Xiaogang's face flushed red as a monkey's backside.

"Of course I know that. I was just too angry to think straight." He snapped back, then skipped over the point. "So Erlong was coerced by that bastard Qin Xuan? To protect me?"

"What else?" Flender shot Yu Xiaogang an exasperated look and slowly helped him up.

Pfft! At those words, Yu Xiaogang could no longer hold back a mouthful of blood.

Qin Xuan had driven him to it.

Twice. It had happened twice now.

The first time, with Bibi Dong, he had given her up himself. At least