Drinking Feast

As the banquet went on, the Dragons drank more and more wine.

In the open-air hall, Dragons sitting over twenty meters tall gathered together, each as high as a seven- or eight-story building.

The strongest Peak Demigod Realm Dragons were over a hundred meters long and sat more than fifty meters high.

Zhou Leng and Crimson Eye were like pedestrians walking beneath skyscrapers.

Late at night, the banquet entered its final drinking stage.

Barrel after barrel of fresh wine was brought out in an endless stream.

They were barrels to Zhou Leng, but cups to the Demigod Dragons.

"Today, to welcome His Majesty Zhou Leng, no one leaves until they are drunk! The use of any power is forbidden! Whoever dares use external means to dispel their drunkenness is desecrating the Dragon God—shameless and despicable!"

"Yes, yes, yes—"

Zhou Leng knew that both Dragons and Giants had a drinking-feast custom. At the end of a banquet, they truly drank themselves senseless, pouring it down without even a peanut in sight. Drink themselves to death if they had to.

He had attended one once back when he was a Grandmaster, and then he had been drunk under the table.

His body was tough, but the difference in size was simply too great.

Whenever a new kind of wine was brought out, the banquet host loudly announced its name and explained its history and brewing method, including a few amusing anecdotes.

Some brewing ingredients were even Demigod medicinal fruits. Even Demigod Dragons would collapse drunk if they drank too much.

Zhou Leng shook his head. He still possessed basic common sense.

For example, some home-brewed grain wines or fruit wines were not particularly strong, yet they got people especially drunk and harmed them badly because they contained too many fusel alcohols. In