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

"No need to say those things, I can't remember them."

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

Seeing Ye Bai's confusion, Wuhen explained,

"My talent allows me to sense the 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 Bai discovered 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."