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

When Qu Zhu spoke, the strike of the sword by Wudong was itself a response.


Both pairs of eyes saw through everything as if they were on fire; no one could conceal their condition. If it weren't for this acknowledgment, why would the old man cause such a disturbance on flat ground, exchanging a sword attack for a grievous, irreversible injury?


This final sword strike was indeed dazzlingly dangerous, but Qu Zhu would never become muddled in the face of danger.


However, looking at Wudong's indifferent movements, for the first time, the expression beneath the theatrical mask seemed to stiffen.


It was as if the old man was offering his arm up to him on a platter.


The old man's pale grey eyes fixed on him. The moment he pinned him to the stone wall, the old man had already leaned back. He didn't even let go of the sword hilt because he knew very clearly that in the next moment, he would part from his shoulder and this sword.


Chapter 280: Farewell, Crane Inspector (Part 3)