Damn it, the more he thought about it, the more depressed Zhao Wuji became. He picked up the wine and poured it down his throat.
Huh? Why did his body feel like it was heating up? Forget it, keep drinking. It was probably an illusion caused by his boiling rage.
Xiao Yun, hmph, just you wait. Sooner or later, I will defeat you.
Go on ahead for now. I, Heavenly Emperor Zhao, will catch up soon enough.
Zhao Wuji ignored the changes in his body and continued drinking. This was the forbidden ground of the Chaos Holy Land, so he was not particularly vigilant here. After all, if this place were breached, then no amount of vigilance would matter.
"Big Brother Zhao, drink some more. We still have things to do, so let a few of our sisters keep you company while you drink."
Seeing that Zhao Wuji was already somewhat dizzy, Lin Xiaoya hurriedly pulled Xi Chunyu away and replaced them with several young, beautiful women, all admirers of Zhao Wuji from the Chaos Holy Land.
Though Zhao Wuji was often bullied by Xiao Yun, he was extremely popular in the Chaos Holy Land and had countless admirers. From saintly old maidens several thousand years old to young girls barely over a hundred, he slew both young and old alike.
Honestly, before he went bald, Old Zhao had been quite handsome.
"Come, Big Brother Zhao, let's keep drinking."
"Big Brother Zhao, I'll feed you."
There were dozens of beauties, each graceful and lovely as a flower, crowding around Zhao Wuji and attending to him.
Not far away, Thunder Ancestor and Undying Ancestor naturally knew the truth. Seeing this scene, cold sweat immediately trickled down their backs.
"Little Lü, you've led those two little girls astray," Undying Ancestor complained, glancing