Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 741 Banquet
As the banquet progressed, the dragons drank more and more wine.

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

The strongest peak demigods are hundreds of meters long and over fifty meters tall when seated.

Zhou Leng and Crimson Eyes seemed like passersby walking beneath skyscrapers.

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

One vat after another of brand-new fine wines were served in a continuous stream.

For Zhou Leng, it was a jar; for the demigod dragon, it was a cup.

"Today, to welcome His Majesty Zhou Leng, everyone must drink until they drop, and the use of any power is strictly prohibited! Anyone who dares to use external force to sober up is blaspheming the Dragon God, and is utterly despicable and shameless!"

"Yeah……"

Zhou Leng knew that dragons and giants had a habit of feasting. At the end of the feast, they would drink heavily, without even peanuts, until they died.

I participated once before when I was a Grandmaster, and I got drunk.

He is physically strong, but the size difference is too great.

Each time a new wine was served, the banquet host would loudly announce its name and recount its history and brewing methods, including some interesting anecdotes.

Some of the ingredients used to make the wine are even demigod fruits, which can even make a demigod dragon drunk if it drinks too much.

Zhou Leng shook his head, knowing he still had common sense.

For example, some homemade grain or fruit wines, though not very strong, can be extremely intoxicating and harmful because they contain too much fusel oil, which is toxic to humans.

The same principle applies to dragon-themed alcohol. Dragons are too powerful; ordinary things won't make them drunk. Who knows what could possibly make them drunk?

It far exceeds the level of fusel oils; calling it highly toxic would not be an exaggeration.

An ordinary person would die after just one sip of the wine that could intoxicate a demigod dragon.

The first cup—no, the first vat of wine—was quickly served to Zhou Leng and Crimson Eyes.

With a smile, Crimson Eyes glared at Zhou Lengyan, slapped his wine jar, opened his mouth, and the wine flowed upwards into his mouth.

The nearby dragons clapped and cheered, then all looked at Zhou Leng.

People at the dinner table are not in control of their own lives.

Zhou Leng slapped the wine jar as a toast, opened his mouth, and secretly channeled his energy, causing the wine to rush into his mouth.

An entire vat of poisoned liquor poured into his stomach.

Many of the demigod dragons wore smiles.

They had heard about Zhou Leng getting drunk before.

The new wine at today's banquet was so good that even the demigod dragons vomited after drinking too much, and the human bodies couldn't handle it either.

Let alone a grandmaster, even a human martial saint can't drink much.

Having learned from his previous experience, Zhou Leng was much more decisive this time. He simply got drunk and treated it as a break.

I thought it would be the same as last time, with a large amount of alcohol entering the bloodstream and spreading throughout the body after entering the stomach and intestines.

But this time, I drank a whole tub and didn't feel anything.

Zhou Leng looked down at his stomach, which wasn't bulging at all.

The stomach seemed to become some kind of storage space; once the alcohol entered, it was compressed, with only a very small amount being released and slowly absorbed by the body.

The dragons sensed something was wrong.

Emerald Wings, who was standing nearby, was also dizzy and shouted, "I told you not to use external forces, did you cheat? I remember the last time you drank a whole vat, your whole body was red."

"They're all in my stomach."

Zhou Leng gently patted his stomach, and the sound of wine rippling inside could be heard.

Emerald Wings said, "Nonsense, a Martial Saint's stomach won't change, unless your stomach is no longer human... um... has become star-like?"

Finally, Emerald Wings suddenly realized something.

Because there is only one situation in which humans can do this.

"I don't know," Zhou Leng mumbled. "Drink!" The dragons didn't care about anything else and drank first as a sign of respect.

An hour later, the Grandmaster Dragon was lying on the ground, and even the Emerald Wing, who was said to have the bloodline of the stars, was drunk and lying on the ground, talking nonsense.

Zhou Leng's eyes brightened slightly, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

None of the demigod dragons were good people; they looked at each other and started playing dirty tricks.

They took turns toasting, one dragon and one vat.

Zhou Leng wanted to relax a bit during the intense period of ascending to the Divine Heaven Realm, so he accepted all offers.

Another hour passed, and the weakest demigod dragon's eyes began to glaze over.

Zhou Leng jumped onto the wine vat and shouted, "Why didn't you guys finish your wine? Are you raising fish? Stop dawdling, drink! Drink until you drop! Are you done yet? You're nothing..."

To avenge his previous drunken outburst, he went all out, face-to-face.

The dragons, unable to resist such provocation, drank heavily.

One by one they fell down, and even some of the high-ranking demigod dragons began to hiccup.

However, the peak demigods remained calm and composed.

Their massive bodies, hundreds of meters long, and strong resistance to toxins ensure they have the last laugh.

They drank until dawn, having consumed over a thousand vats, until Zhou Leng's stomach finally reached its limit.

Various substances in the alcohol can enter the body uncontrollably.

The dragons put up a tough fight, and Zhou Leng didn't resort to underhanded tactics, nor did he use the Great Sun Divine Art to expel the alcohol.

Then, he finally fell before the peak demigod.

The peak demigod dragons laughed heartily, then scanned the entire arena before their laughter ceased.

Except for the peak demigod dragon, all the dragons were lying on the ground.

They looked at the sleeping Crimson-Eyed Queen with helpless expressions.

Everything was planned: get Zhou Leng drunk, have Crimson Eyes force himself on her, and stage a scene of a dragon girl going on a pilgrimage to a human martial saint. But in the end, she got drunk first.

The mother dragon's competitiveness really got in the way.

"Someone, take them both to rest."

Zhou Leng slept for a full day and night. When he got up, he saw a smooth and delicate... big red dragon lying next to him. Its body was forty or fifty meters long, and its snoring was deafening, making the whole room tremble.

My body still felt a little weak from the hangover.

Helping the Crimson-Eyed Queen to her feet, the scales felt nice to the touch. She patted them, and...hmm? It looks like a big butt. Time to get out of here.

Just as I stepped out and was about to eat, a Grandmaster White Dragon strode over, following me while reporting news.

"Your Majesty, have you recently caused the death of another important figure in the Demonic Cult?"

"Ok?"

"Benjamin is dead."

"Benjamin, the number one martial saint of the Eagle Alliance?"

"Yes. The Demonic Cult and the Eagle Alliance are now in an uproar, even alarming the Lord of the Demon Prison. Some say it was the Blood of Tyranny who killed him, while others say it was you."

"What does this have to do with me? Ridiculous." Zhou Leng was baffled, never expecting the Demonic Cult to become so despicable.

You dare to frame me for being a Martial Saint? Do you want to find a fraudster to steal half of my power?
"We don't know what happened either, but we guess that it's because your ranking in the second level of the Heavenly Rank is too high, and the Demon Prison wants to get rid of you, so this is just an excuse."

"That makes sense. Have they taken any action?"

"The Demon Dragon says that the Demon Prison has sent an envoy to Dragon Mountain, demanding that we hand you over. What a joke! How could a dragon possibly hand over its chairman? So, they will likely arrange other methods to target you, so be careful. Of course, as long as they are within Dragon Mountain's territory, they won't dare to make a move; to do so would mean certain death."

"Given their usual methods, they'll probably send a demigod to assassinate him, right?"

"Yes. If the benefits are big enough, even a dragon traitor might make a move. So, we drove away a large number of demigod dragons, leaving only the trustworthy ones in the vicinity."

(End of this chapter)