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

In the afternoon after the end of the martial arts competition, on the edge of Bowang city, carriages and horses were hustling about as Pei Ye bid farewell to Chang Zhiyuan and the others from the Martial Arts Hall.


With positions left vacant in the county office and work piling up, Chang Zhiyuan actually couldn't afford time to leave, and Master Huang, with a group of children, couldn't be away from home for too long.


Pei Ye had wanted to persuade them to leave the next morning, but the two elders insisted that they could arrive at Shen County just in time for the night if they left today. They could then set off the next morning and the timing would be just right. Unable to argue, Pei Ye had to agree.


"Always prioritize your own safety in any situation." The elder stroked the youth's arm before setting off, examining him up and down, as if he had many things to say, but in the end, he only sighed out this sentence.


Chapter 153: Avalanche_1