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

Laughter, contradiction, blood... After leaving Feng Huai, it all seemed to have swept across the surface of this sword, and Pei Ye had never seen himself so clearly.


This was not an untraveled road; some answers he had actually encountered long ago, but realizing that he had seen them was often an even more difficult and lonely process.


Pei Ye stared blankly at the blade in front of him, upon which his own brows and eyes finally solidified. The youth gazed at him, a calm and gentle smile tugging at his lips.


He knew he was far from becoming a person as lucid and strong as they were, but in that moment, he truly touched that moving state of mind... After plunging into the bloodiest darkness, if you could once again brandish your sword with vehement life, should you also be able to calmly confront the outcome of this sword strike?


In the years to come, he would always strive to chase after it.


"Thank you, Miss Ming," Pei Ye said hoarsely.


Chapter 295: Reunion