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

Before the Vermilion Bird Gate, there was only silence, no longer the chilling cold brought about by the "Heavenly Kirin Change," but because people were unable to speak at this moment.


The Tang Emperor looked down, the wind carrying away the steam from the teacup in front of him.


He was probably the first person on the scene to casually shift his gaze away. Li Huang stared blankly at the platform, clutching her snow-white fists for several breaths before hiding them in her sleeves.


The princes remained still before the table, Li Chen staring dumbly at the figure drinking on the platform with his head tilted back, unconsciously leaning forward until his round belly knocked over the wine bottle on the table, the clanging sound awakening everyone.


Li Bijun nestled in Concubine Yuan's arms, looking somewhat bewildered at the adults' expressions, subconsciously reaching for her mother's neck, whispering, "Mother, did Fourth Brother win..."


Chapter 133: Winter Dusk