Parrot Bites Tongue

Mysterious and curious swords scattered across the earth, waiting for their world-renowned Sword Masters.
Who can comprehend the miraculous skill that has been passed down from millennia?
The city of Chang'an hides those who carry the power of fire and sun, the central plains house giant decaying millennial families, the wild warriors of the Northern Territory silently sharpen their blades, the dance of deceit and cunning occurs among the southern kingdoms...
Above the lofty tranquility, a pair of world-dominating gray eyes are slowly opening.
Pei Ye raises his head, pulling the Longsword from his stomach: "Immortal Lord of the True Dragon Taiyi... let's see, who is whose prey."

The Lord who use immortals as food

Zhu Gaoyang fell into grave silence, tensing his legs, his claws slightly bent.


"The second decision was made on a whim... because I originally thought that the one to come here would be that young man… Since it's Master Zhu— don't move." The old man lightly pinched Zhu Gaoyang's arm, at once going limp.


He pointed to the courtyard, lifting his tawny eyes as he warned, "As soon as you move away from my hand, the scene that just happened will play out immediately."


"There's no need to be nervous." The old man bent his head back down, delicately examining the fierce arm in his hand, "What were we saying... right, the second small gift."


"I had thought that the one to come here would be that youngster, so there'd be no real value. Yet, since it's the first of the Dragon Lord Dongting's Sword Lineage, I can give you one opportunity."


"The chance to escape the fate that you just now experienced."


Chapter 66 Objectives_1