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

It was deep into the night when the cold, white moonlight streamed through the window lattice. The four-tiered door creaked open, revealing the silhouette of An Cang holding a sword outside.


Wudong lowered his head slightly and poured a cup of tea for the person beside him.


"What's the matter?" Sifeng of Tianshan sat cross-legged, placing his sword across his knees.


"There was some activity last night," Wudong said.


"Just now, Li Weiru sent a message. Someone has set their sights on that residence. There were signs of it being probed last night, but they have not yet entered," Wudong looked up, his grey-white eyes peering over, "Prepare yourself in the next couple of days."


An Cang thought for a moment, "Did I not see in Luo Defeng's report yesterday that Shang Huaitong's state of mind has been compromised, and he can no longer wield the Thought Sword?"


Chapter 182 Collision