Tang San struggled to his feet, enduring the searing pain in his body as he straightened his back. "Do I need to trade verbal jabs with you?
"What meaning would that have for me?
"Your poison is indeed formidable, but it is still garbage.
"Poison techniques are meant to poison enemies, yet even you yourself have been poisoned. Doesn't that make your poison garbage?"
"What a joke! My poison would poison me?
"I am seventy-eight this year. All my life, I have only poisoned others. Never has anyone poisoned me."
Dugu Bo looked coldly at Tang San, but this time, he did not attack him again.
Tang San snorted disdainfully. "Is that really so?
"Then let me ask you: whenever it is cloudy and raining, do you experience a numb, itchy sensation around both ribs that gradually worsens?"
"It flares up once at noon and once at midnight. Given your current condition, each episode should last more than two hours.
"And every night, around midnight, your crown and the Gushing Spring points on the soles of your feet suffer needle-like stabbing pains.
"Your entire body convulses for at least an hour.
"I need not describe that agonizing process for you, do I?
"If you were not poisoned, would you have such symptoms?
"Not only have you been poisoned, but the poison has already seeped into your bones and marrow."
"Y-you, how do you know?"
Dugu Bo cried out instinctively.
Tang San's description was as though he had witnessed it firsthand.
This could be called Dugu Bo's greatest secret. Not even his dearest granddaughter knew of it.
Killing intent surged in Dugu Bo's eyes, his icy murderous aura seeming as though it wanted to pierce straight through Tang San.
The killing intent released from Dugu Bo's body was nearly tangible as