Mo Ya waved a hand, looking indifferent. "It was nothing much. Back then, besides us two brothers, there was also a Soul Saint competing for the Ten-Thousand-Year Lingzhi. He was a huge gay man. After failing to obtain the lingzhi, he saw this guy, a mere Soul Grandmaster, trying to compete for it too. In a fit of rage, he stripped off his pants and dragged him into a cave. What happened afterward, I do not know. But I imagine you can all guess."
After hearing Mo Ya's words, everyone present—including the three education committee members and Flender—looked at Yu Xiaogang with strange expressions. More precisely, they were looking at his anus.
So this guy had such a dark past.
Yu Xiaogang was utterly ashamed. Unable to restrain his rage any longer, he shouted excitedly, "You're talking nonsense! That Nine-Rank Purple Lingzhi was mine, mine! You two bastards stole it from me! I am a disciple of the Number One Sect Under Heaven, the legitimate son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's leader! I am not trash—it is you! You two brothers stole the life that should have been mine! I should have become a Titled Douluo! Me! Me! I want you dead! I want you dead!"
The more Yu Xiaogang spoke, the more muddled he became. Blinded by fury, he even forgot what sort of occasion this was and charged at Mo Ya recklessly, like a shrew hurling abuse in the street.
Fortunately, Flender was not completely stupid. He knew that attacking a powerful Titled Douluo was no different from courting death, so he hurriedly held him back.
But Yu Xiaogang had long since been overcome by rage and struggled violently. Flender nearly lost his grip on him. Left with no other choice, he struck Yu Xiaogang on