"Looks like a lot of people are going to get drunk today!"
Lin Bai smiled faintly and glanced at everyone seated at the banquet.
Meng Qinxian had dragged Yi Heze, Nie Shang, and Li Yushan into playing, insisting that they join him.
Although Mo Nan looked as if she had seen through the mortal world and wanted no part in worldly struggles, she was extremely competitive at heart.
She had forcefully pulled Li Xuanqiu into playing with her.
Tang Beiyao wore a lovestruck expression and was already so drunk that her mind had become somewhat muddled. She probably had no idea what they were playing anymore, yet she still wanted to join in.
Seeing that everyone had agreed.
Chen Yule smiled and said, "Brother Lin, please."
Lin Bai smiled faintly and rose from his seat.
Everyone's eyes fell on Lin Bai. They all wanted to see whether he could really strike the Python Dragon Drum ten more times.
The game had reached this round—it was already the twenty-third round.
Lu Qingjun's spiritual power had been completely exhausted. Although Chen Yule could still force himself to hold on, at most he could only last another two or three rounds.
If Lin Bai could strike the Python Dragon Drum ten times, then without a doubt, he would be the final winner of this banquet.
"Good!"
"Then watch closely, everyone."
Lin Mo rose to his feet, raised his hand, and punched through the air, striking the Python Dragon Drum from a distance.
Bang!
A sound rang out from the Python Dragon Drum.
"One." Everyone slowly called out, counting for Lin Bai.
Lin Bai smiled faintly, raised his fist again, and struck the Python Dragon Drum.
Bang!
"Two." Everyone shouted again.
Lin Bai's expression did not change. He raised his fist and brought it