A sense of bewilderment surfaced in Chu Mo's eyes, trying to picture the scene was a challenge in itself.
It was just one move, one slash... Heaven and Earth mourn together... In Chu Mo's current state, he could not even imagine such a scenario!
The Demon Lord looked at Chu Mo, a touch of sadness clouding his face as he spoke, "Thousand Heavy Hands, Three Talents Boxing Technique, Phantom Tempest Step, and other skills that I handed to you, were once in possession of my fellow disciples. The aim was to disseminate as many skills as possible. However, in the massacre by the great sects, all of my brothers and sisters fell. The skills also fell into other hands. Thankfully, before we left, we shared all the skills amongst ourselves. Every one of us memorized each skill, which is why I could pass them on to you."
Chu Mo finally understood, "So, that's how it was."
