Small-Minded to the Extreme!
"Taking you down will be no problem at all!"
Lin Bai drained the wine in his cup and let out a carefree laugh.
Everyone present was stunned by Lin Bai's words.
Especially the Third Elder, who stood there dumbfounded, his eyeballs nearly popping out.
Who had given him such courage?
How dare he say that to Chen Yule?
Did he know who his opponent was? Chen Yule! The Chen Family's Holy Son!
The Third Elder glanced at the Chen Family Elder from the corner of his eye. Seeing the elder's eyes narrow, he felt a little displeased as well.
"Hmph, you ignorant brat. You don't know the immensity of heaven and earth!"
When Bai Yifei heard this, he immediately snorted with disdain, not giving Lin Bai the slightest bit of consideration.
When Qiao Mo and Qin Yao heard this, their pretty faces instantly turned cold. Though Bai Yifei and Lin Bai had some grievances between them, they were supposed to stand united against outsiders now.
Bai Yifei had openly undermined him. That was rather dishonorable, wasn't it?
"Lin Bai, don't be impulsive." Qiao Mo and Qin Yao spoke to Lin Bai in low voices.
Yi Gu, however, laughed. "If Brother Lin weren't injured, his strength should surpass Chen Yule's. But now that Lin Bai is wounded and his strength has been halved, he should still be evenly matched with Chen Yule."
Lin Bai smiled. Holding the wine cup in his left hand and the wine jug in his right, he walked out from his seat.
His face was flushed, and his body reeked of alcohol, making him look as though he were drunk.
Martial artists in the Dao God Realm generally could not get drunk.
Even if they drank too much, they only needed to circulate