Supreme Devouring God-Chapter 1511: You Really Like Drinking?

Qin Chen glanced casually at Guan Jiaoyue with cold eyes.

Guan Jiaoyue's body trembled, and for an instant, he felt as if he'd been stared at by the Death God, his scalp tingling slightly.

The atmosphere at the scene was somewhat frozen.

The noisy sounds gradually quieted down significantly.

Shang Long suddenly started laughing, his laughter exceptionally bright; he said nothing, merely downing the drink in his cup in one gulp.

Then, he poured another cup of wine.

Once again, he held it up in front of Qin Chen, saying, "Young Master Qin, this is the second cup; give me face."

Though he spoke with a smile.

Yet, the more he acted like this, the more others felt an icy wind blowing.

This guy is definitely a smiling tiger.

"Two toasts, Young Master Shang Long has already given him plenty of face, to this extent, could he possibly still refuse?"

"If you ask me, should he refuse to drink, then he's really being unappreciative!"

"This guy, who knows from where he suddenly emerged, perhaps he doesn't know Young Master Shang Long's status?"

...

On-site, someone whispered, quietly discussing.

However.

Qin Chen still made no movement whatsoever.

The atmosphere was undoubtedly becoming more rigid, nearly freezing into ice.

Many people dared not even breathe loudly.

Shang Long first broke the silence, laughing, "Perhaps I haven't introduced myself, Young Master Qin may not know who I am."

"Eighth on the Yangshen List, Chief Disciple of the Sky Sea Sect, Shang Long."

When he introduced himself, there was a faint pressure in his tone.

Qin Chen's eyes slightly narrowed.

There are many people he doesn't like.

One type among them are those who take themselves too seriously.

"Do you like drinking?" Qin Chen suddenly asked.

Shang Long paused, clearly unsure why Qin Chen would ask such a thing.

But he still answered, "I do, I enjoy a drink occasionally, and what about Young Master Qin?"

He even asked back.

Qin Chen nodded.

He spoke to a service personnel at the banquet: "Bring all the wine here!"

Hmm?

Qin Chen's words immediately made many raise their eyebrows.

What's he up to?

Apologizing?

That service personnel didn't dare to neglect.

Hurriedly started moving jar after jar of wine here.

Shang Long glanced at Qin Chen, clearly not understanding Qin Chen's thought either.

However, he wasn't anxious.

Soon.

There were approximately over a hundred jars of wine.

Arranged neatly there, at first glance, somewhat spectacular.

These wines aren't ordinary wines from the common folk, but Spiritual Wines, small amounts are beneficial to the body.

Yet, if consumed in excess, the alcohol in the Spiritual Wine will constantly seep into a martial artist's body.

Even a powerful martial artist could face fatality.

"Young Master Qin, what's this about?"

Shang Long asked. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Qin Chen said indifferently, "Since you like drinking so much, then go ahead and drink all these."

What!!!

The guests were dumbfounded.

No one had expected Qin Chen to bring out over a hundred jars, planning for Shang Long to drink them all.

That's crazy!

This isn't an issue of disrespecting Shang Long.

It's a challenge!

"Swoosh!"

In the next moment.

The smile on Shang Long's face vanished completely.

In his hand, out of nowhere, appeared a long spear half a zhang in length, the spear tip emanating a cold aura, clearly showing it was a fine weapon.

The cold spear tip pointed directly at Qin Chen's throat.

If it were a normal person.

With that spear pointed at their throat, their neck might freeze.

Shang Long's expression was intensely cold: "Drink all this wine, then I can act like nothing ever happened."

"Otherwise, I'll send you on your way!"

He was furious!

Qin Chen's repeated provocations had greatly angered this renowned Unparalleled Genius.

No one had ever dared to show such disrespect to Shang Long.

Qin Chen was the first.

And most importantly.

Qin Chen was just a nameless nobody.

Logically, Shang Long coming to offer a toast was already showing great respect.

To dishonor his gesture, then the courtesy can be torn aside!

Little Strange was squatting on Qin Chen's shoulder.

So.

At this moment when Shang Long's long spear pointed at Qin Chen's throat, its body shivered involuntarily.

"Big Bro! This guy dares to threaten you? He's courting death!"

Little Strange said coldly.

These words heard by Shang Long only added fuel to the fire, angrily shouted: "Since when does a beast have the place to speak here?"

Qin Chen's eyes slightly raised: "Slap him."

"Smack!"

As soon as Qin Chen had finished speaking.

Little Strange transformed into a Powerful Black Ape, its arms two zhang long, and slapped Shang Long's face.

Sent Shang Long retreating dozens of meters.

Shang Long's peak combat strength was merely the Primordial Flower Realm peak.

Whereas now Little Strange could even kill Tongtian Great Power Adept, dealing with Shang Long was the easiest thing.

"This..."

The entire audience was dumbfounded.

No one had imagined that the little beast they had ignored from the start had such formidable strength!

And this was Shang Long!

Shang Long's pupils widened, his face full of disbelief.

"Beast! Daring to hit me! I see you're tired of living!"

Shang Long refused to accept this reality.

With a long spear in hand, he charged at Little Strange like a dragon.

"Swoosh!"

Little Strange easily dodged Shang Long's spear, then followed with another smack on Shang Long's head, grabbing his hair, executing a powerful slam.

"Boom!"

Shang Long was thrown, landing awkwardly, mouth full of dirt.

"Bleh!"

Shang Long got up, spat the dirt out, eyes fiercely glaring at Little Strange, feeling both indignation and shock.

He, the eighth-ranked Unparalleled Genius on the Yangshen List, bullied by such a little beast?

Qin Chen said offhandedly: "Beat him till he's unable to speak."

"Got it!"

Little Strange nodded with pleasure.

Flipped, attacking Shang Long again.

Shang Long held the long spear, swept it with a backhand shot, tearing the space apart.

"Boom!"

However.

The result was yet again similar, Shang Long was flipped onto the ground.

This time even worse, face first, and his nose got flattened.

The guests.

Including Guan Jiaoyue and others, were dumbfounded.

No one dared to utter a word.

"Anything else to say?"

Qin Chen cast a casual glance at Shang Long.

Shang Long's face was so dark it might drip water, his fists making crunching sounds, but said nothing further.

"Since there's nothing more to say."

"Then, as you said earlier, drink all this wine and I can pretend none of this ever happened."

Qin Chen pointed at the hundred-plus jars he'd carefully protected.

Shang Long's face was ashen.

If he drank all this wine, he might not survive!

This isn't asking him to drink wine; it's clearly asking him to die!