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

Yu Ziliang's body shook like chaff, trembling like a fish being crushed to death by its tail.


Without looking at that face, one could smell his suffocating fear. At this moment, he didn't need to know how this person appeared in the palace; the fact was that he was entirely under the icy control of this person.


"Understand? Then raise your remaining paw." The black-robed figure spoke in a faint voice.


The young man whose face was pinned to the ground raised his hand, shaking like a flag in the wind.


"Good, now answer me." The black robe slightly lifted the sole of his boot.


"I... I still have some Merfolk Pearl powder on me..." Yu Ziliang struggled to articulate with his split tongue, "I took it to Xunfang Garden, I entered Huanlou... I will tell you everything, just don't... anymore..."


The black robe stepped on his mouth, thought for a moment, and then leaned down to speak slowly, "So, entering Huanlou means the whole person, including the body, goes in, is this correct?"


Chapter 170: Diving into the Abyss to Retrieve the Pearl