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

For decades, no one had set foot in the ancient forest filled with old vines, or amidst the steep towering peaks. Above, the high sky was a patchwork of gloomy grays, while fine rain like needle fur drizzled down. This clearly was no longer inside the belly of the mountain, nor was it within the Kongtong faction... Everything as far as the eye could see was entirely unfamiliar.


Pei Ye gasped for breath, still unable to recover from the sudden onslaught of extreme emotions. Lifting his heavy head, he rasped weakly, "Where is... this place—"


His arm suddenly sank. The woman who had just been supporting her arm with a sword slumped powerlessly. Pei Ye's heart contracted sharply as he supported her. In a panic, he looked at her. Her face was as pale as paper, her lips ice-cold and colorless, weak to the point of being unrecognizable.


Chapter 289 Hidden Jiao