"Brother Meng, drink your penalty!"
Chen Yule was overjoyed and instructed a maid to pour Meng Qinxian some wine.
Meng Qinxian looked at Chen Yule and Lin Bai with an unfriendly gaze, a trace of anger in his eyes.
But then he gave a bitter laugh. Could this really be blamed on Lin Bai and Chen Yule?
It was plainly his own fault.
"Forget it, forget it. I admit defeat in this first round."
Meng Qinxian was unwilling to be a sore loser. He openly accepted the wine cup handed over by the maid, raised his head, and drained it in one gulp, displaying considerable bravado.
But the moment he swallowed it, his expression changed.
His pupils widened, his face filled with astonishment.
He discovered that the Dragon Blood Wine seemed to transform into a line of fire the instant it entered his mouth, shooting straight down his throat and into his abdomen.
Every drop of wine seemed to turn into a flood dragon, churning the seas and overturning the rivers inside his body.
At once, dizziness and blurred vision rose before his eyes.
"What a fearsome liquor."
Meng Qinxian could not help saying this aloud.
Yi Heze of the Pacifying Heaven Sword Sect smiled faintly and said, "Brother Meng, Dragon Blood Wine is a famous strong liquor in the imperial capital of the Chu Kingdom. Brother Chen already mentioned that this wine is extraordinarily overbearing. A martial artist at the Dao God realm will get drunk after one cup, while even a martial artist at the Great Purity Dao Fruit Realm can barely drink one jar."
"You absolutely must not take it lightly."
Meng Qinxian came back to his senses and smiled. "I've also drunk plenty of fine wines in the territory of the Seven Nights Divine Sect. Naturally,