Commonplace Ultimate Skills? Senior Wants to Tell a Story!?

Chrysanthemum Douluo looked at Tang San's ghost-stricken expression, and the mockery on his face deepened.

In a devilish tone brimming with malice, he softly said, "Kid, let me tell you another secret."

"We don't just have the Godly Zhuge Crossbow."

Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice drilled clearly into Tang San's ears, word by word.

"We even have the complete forging blueprints for every hidden weapon of your so-called Tang Sect."

"And that... huh? Old Ghost, what was that cultivation method called again?"

Ghost Douluo twitched his lips, somewhat worried about his old partner's intelligence.

"Mysterious Heaven Skill."

Chrysanthemum Douluo suddenly understood and nodded repeatedly.

"Oh, right, right, right. It's called the Mysterious Heaven Skill."

"And there's the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, Purple Demon Eye, Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon, Mysterious Jade Hand..."

With every name he spoke, Tang San's face turned a shade paler.

By the time Chrysanthemum Douluo finished the last word, Tang San's face had gone so white that not a trace of blood remained.

Satisfied by Tang San's distraught appearance, Chrysanthemum Douluo delivered the final—and most devastating—blow.

"We have all of these cultivation methods and secret techniques. Every last one was bestowed by Senior."

BOOM!!!

Every word Chrysanthemum Douluo spoke was like an invisible sledgehammer smashing viciously into the depths of Tang San's soul.

These were his greatest secrets across two lifetimes, his greatest reliance, the foundation upon which he had survived and surpassed every peer of his age!

Yet... his enemies knew all of them!

No, it was no longer as simple as merely knowing.

They not only knew them—they possessed them as well!

Tang San stood frozen in place, as if the blood in his body had solidified.

Seeing his utterly shattered expression, Chrysanthemum Douluo's smugness nearly overflowed.

Pinching his fingers in an orchid pose, he covered his