When Meng Chao returned to the Ten Thousand People Canteen, "Train Cannon" Long Feijun was indeed surrounded so tightly by a huge crowd that not even water could seep through. The atmosphere was blazing hot.
Long Feijun was the leader of the young and vigorous officers in the Crimson Dragon Army.
Before Meng Chao had joined the Martial God Hall, he had also been one of its most outstanding figures.
Many people called him the "First Seat of the Martial God Hall."
He was widely connected, firm in his convictions, clear in his loves and hates—a sharp bayonet that had surged forward irresistibly on the Crimson Dragon Army's road to rise.
Thus, he had countless friends and enemies alike.
There was no need to mention his friends. Today, they had to drink until they dropped.
As for the so-called "enemies," they were merely internal conflicts within Dragon City.
Since the big shots from all sides had reached an agreement at the God Realm Conference, old grudges naturally vanished with a smile. Whatever displeasure remained could be settled in the wine.
Whether they were young and vigorous officers of the Crimson Dragon Army, rising experts from the Nine Super Enterprises, or fellow disciples from humble backgrounds who cultivated together at the Martial God Hall, all of them held brimming cups of fragrant liquor in both hands—liquor that would burst into roaring flames at the touch of Mars—and drank fiercely with Long Feijun as though fighting for their lives.
Even with Long Feijun's Peak Heaven Realm cultivation and the Martial God's true teachings, after being force-fed ten enormous barrels of strong liquor mixed with Doomsday Beast blood, he loudly declared that he could not take any more.
No matter how he stimulated his Life Magnetic Field, sped up his circulation, and accelerated