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

Just like Meng Chuyuan's sword, Qing Huang's remaining Eighth Level attack couldn't be despised either. The old man, struck by such a strong force, had half of his body twisted out of shape, almost toppling over.


In response, he jumped several feet backwards, gasping heavily.


Given a brief respite, Lu Yunsheng gripped his sword, watching him while breathng slowly, preparing for his next move.


The old man glared at him, but didn't move forward again. He touched the sword on his shoulder and started to slowly retreat.


The old man decided that the battle would stop here.


Because both Lu Yunsheng and Qing Huang were clearly unable to continue fighting.


If this battle had occurred before tonight, he would have risked his life trying to kill them, but now, it wasn't necessary.


Chapter 88: The Last Son_2