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

People had sat through countless previous bouts in this ether of profound mystery, its placid depths, its cold, secluded aura was a sense of transcendence they had never experienced before.


While strength and skill could be measured, the grading led to entirely different realms.


The lesser could not break the greater, not because of being more or less strong, but because all your efforts are just a mirage before it. Zhang Junxue had already demonstrated this to the full in a previous bout.


At the time, the Ghost Born Sword had not even been used to its full potential, and the woman had even managed to dissect its incomplete intention.


But now everything had turned on its head.


After this intention was fully realized, its true formidable power was revealed to all. Even bystanders who perceived it felt a chilling silence permeating everything, causing hearts to freeze and breaths to halt.


Chapter 150 Morning Mushroom (End) _1