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

What does it mean... sorry, there's only this left?


This strange thought flashed across Xing Zhi's mind, but it was quickly replaced by sudden relief and surging joy.


The few people in the forest looked at her, their relaxed expressions said it all.


Everything was starting to return to normal, from the sky down.


The rain of Dragon Saliva stopped, the clouds dispersed, the sun wiped away the frost from the sky, and the clear autumn day reappeared above Feng Huai City.


Aside from the Immortal Lord's initial creation of "scouts," which caused the most damage, it was the rain and frost that caused the next greatest amount of harm.


The frost began on the city walls, enveloped the entire city, and then spread inward, finally covering about one-fifth of the city.


Chapter 93: The End (Part I)_1