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Wuhen's words, "I'm your father," left Ye Bai speechless.

Does this work too?

That year, Da Mengzi was still very young.

That year, Wuhen was younger.

In a single exchange, Wuhen severed the longsword in Xue Meng's hand.

Ye Bai saw it clearly: Xue Meng was completely outmatched in skill.

Although the Heavenly King Sword in Wuhen's hand was indeed a grade higher than the sword in Xue Meng's hand.

but,

Even if the two sides exchanged weapons, it would not change the outcome of the battle.

The skill level of a swordsman can be discerned at a glance.

Ye Bai continued to stare at the screen of the short film, unwilling to miss a single detail.

After being scolded, Xue Meng's expression froze for a second.

As the adopted son of Nightmare, when had he ever suffered such injustice?!

Who the hell do you think you are, to be my father?

Are you also an extremely powerful being?

Xue Meng was not given another chance to speak.

Wuhen, wielding the Heavenly King Sword, unleashed several slashes forward.

The world in Ye Bai's eyes seemed to slow down, and the flow of time changed.

He...saw a flash of sword light!

No, it's a billion sword lights!

In just a moment, Wuhen unleashed countless sword strikes!

【One thousand five million six hundred and forty thousand two thousand three hundred and twenty-six swords】

Ye Bai: ? ? ?

Why use this format? Does it make the prompts appear longer?

That's what you call professionalism.

Anyway,

For the first time in his life, Ye Bai saw the sword without a trace clearly!

In other words,

Against someone of the same age who is without a trace, Ye Bai is confident that he will survive!

Ah...yes, yes, yes!

Upon seeing the sword lights clearly, Ye Baifa noticed that they all landed around Xue Meng, forming... a sword prison?

Inside the sword prison, Xue Meng was completely bewildered, having no idea what had happened.

He only has one question mark in his mind right now.

A mysterious swordsman, a mysterious sword, a mysterious father!

Outside the sword cell, the black-clad swordsman, his expression unchanged, spoke.

"Learn three sword techniques and you will be spared; learn seven and you can break this sword prison."

The black-clad swordsman paused for a moment, then said with a hint of pride,

"Of the 15,642,326 sword energies, I used 97 sword techniques."

If you can learn all of this, I will adopt you as my godson.

Xue Meng: ? ? ?

"Are you crazy? Who the hell wants to be your son?!"

Inside the sword prison, Xue Meng was unexpectedly arrogant and unruly, spouting wild words.

"I need a father like you!"

Xue Meng has a biological father and an extremely powerful adoptive father.

He is already a rare powerhouse with two fathers in this world.

There's absolutely no need to find yourself another father!

Ye Bai: ......

Big Mengzi, talk less, you'll easily get into trouble...

Outside the sword prison, Wuhen sneered.

"If you can't learn it and want to admit defeat, you can call me 'Dad,' and I'll let you out."

Xue Meng: ......

What the hell is going on here?!

Having mastered ninety-seven sword techniques, Wuhen adopted Xue Meng as his godson.

Before he had mastered the ninety-seven sword techniques, Xue Meng recognized Wuhen as his father.

Is there even a difference?

After saying that, Wuhen turned and left.

From the sword prison behind him came Da Mengzi's pitiful wails.

"Even if you want me to learn swordsmanship, you have to give me a sword!"

Da Mengzi's sword was broken by Wuhen.

"With your qualifications and strength, you dare to wield a sword?"

Wuhen casually pulled out a hammer and threw it into the sword prison.

"Here's a hammer, you can make do with it."

Looking at the small theater in front of him, Ye Bai had lost count of how many times he had been speechless.

Given Wuhen's tutoring level,

Luckily, it was Xue Meng who came up with it; anyone else would have been crippled long ago!

Only someone as thick-skinned as Xue Meng could withstand such torment.

Ye Bai watched the black-clad swordsman walk further and further away, then looked at Xue Meng, who remained in the same spot.

Now, he has to make a choice.

Should they stay here and watch Xue Meng learn swordsmanship, or follow their second brother?

If Ye Bai stays, he can learn some sword techniques by watching the Sword Prison.

Following the second brother won't bring any benefits; it might even trigger a side quest and get you beaten up.

What's there to hesitate about?

Ye Bai decisively chose to follow his second brother!

Ye Bai could learn any sword technique that Xue Meng knew, as long as he was willing!

The second brother's dark history at the age of eighteen is something that will be seen one less time after another.

Extremely precious!

Ye Bai caught up not long ago.

The black-clad swordsman suddenly stopped, looked in Ye Bai's direction, and let out a cold snort.

"Where's your dad?"

Ye Bai: ? ? ?

Can my second brother see me?

Wait, something's not right!

Ye Bai realized a detail.

The second brother nowadays is refined yet irritable, irritable yet refined, a style of a suit-wearing thug.

The black-clad swordsman in front of them kept referring to his father as "your father," displaying more irritability than elegance, and belonging to the type of masked thug.

Therefore,

This is... my 18-year-old second brother?

Although I don't know what happened,

but,

It seems quite interesting.

Ye Bai said quite naturally,

"Second brother, I am your long-lost, half-brother!"

"What a load of nonsense."

The black-clad swordsman rolled his eyes, glanced around, and his expression became somewhat clear.

"You're watching old videos, right?"

As expected of my second brother, he hit the nail on the head!

Second brother, brilliant!

Ye Bai nodded, not hiding anything from the other party, and even took the initiative to speak.

"It is now seventy-two years later, and I am the fourth generation of the strongest seed, Shura."

"No need to say that, I can't remember it."

Wuhen, at eighteen, has extensive experience in dealing with this situation.

Seeing Ye Bai's confusion, Wuhen explained,

"My talent allows me to sense changes in time and space."

When you look at me in the future, I will sense you and we may even be able to communicate, just like we are now.

However, as a price, I will have no memory of this incident afterward.

Will there be no memory?

Ye Bai's expression turned strange.

Second brother, are you sure it's a side effect of your talent, and not that Ninth Master sealed your memories?

If Ye Bai remembered correctly,

During this period, Ying Jiu was still by Wuhen's side.

If every time Wuhen intersects with the future or the past, Yingjiu becomes aware of it and alters his memories...

It sounds like something Ninth Master would do!

Before Ye Bai could voice his conjecture,

Wuhen saw through his thoughts and a smile appeared on her face.

"Don't worry, it wasn't Ninth Brother's doing. I have the Supreme Mark in my hand."

Oh, Wuhen, who has climbed to the 39th floor, has already evolved into the 'Ninth Brother' stage.

Ninth Master → Ninth Uncle → Ninth Brother → Little Ninth...

Based on this calculation, Wuhen should be able to fight Ninth Master to a draw!

As expected of you, Wuhen!

Ye Baifa noticed that his eighteen-year-old second brother was quite talkative.

Unlike the current second brother, who is more concerned about his image, is sparing with words, and is pretentious.

possible,

Everyone has a youthful time.

Everyone starts at eighteen. Time changes that hot-tempered young man into the hot-tempered older brother he is today, the one Ye Bai is familiar with.

"Alright, stop wasting time. Come on, play with me."

Eighteen-year-old Wuhen picked up his sword and looked at Ye Bai with great interest, especially at the Heavenly King Sword at Ye Bai's waist.

Wuhen's hands were itching unbearably, and he longed to fight...

That's really irritable.

Faced with his second brother's challenge,

Ye Bai held the Heavenly King Sword horizontally in front of him, and said in a sincere tone,

"I am not skilled with a sword."

"Oh?"

The eighteen-year-old Wuhen was clearly even more irritable than the second brother of the Abyss.

If we say that the amount of profanity in Huo Tianwang's conversation skyrockets the moment he opens his mouth.

So, when the eighteen-year-old Wuhen opens his mouth, the amount of conversation involving his father will skyrocket.

He's definitely a hot-tempered guy.

Eighteen-year-old Wuhen raised an eyebrow, his words laced with disdain.

"Someone who plays with knives?"

"No."

Ye Bai shook his head again, and a two-meter-tall thorn shield appeared in his hand, blocking in front of him and protecting all the vital points on his body.

From behind the shield came Ye Bai's steady voice.

"The one who plays with shields."