Tens of thousands of people had gathered in the spacious Town Hall.
The Town Hall was expanded with a secret magic, yet it still seemed spacious enough to accommodate so many people.
Under the foot of the wall on both sides, over ten chime bells were ringing thunderously. Apparently, those musicians were all drunk as well, as their faces were blushed and ears blushed. The chime bells couldn't be rung at the same frequency, and the bell rings had already become a mixed one, but no one cared.
In a corner of the hall, a few musicians were holding horns and pressing their fingers on their zithers. They were all drunk, grinning like idiots. The sound of horns sounded like snoring, while the sound of zithers sounded like a rain shower. Mixed with the ringing of the chime bells, it was still pleasing to the ears.
Large groups of hot girls were holding jade plates, which were carved out of beautiful jade, and serving delicious wines and delicacies to the hall like water streams.
Straw mats and tables, which were placed orderly before, were now all in a mess. All human leaders who attended the banquet were carrying bowls and jars of wine and holding beast legs, laughing and running around the hall, calling their friends and having a good time.
Si Wen Ming, who was always calm and steady, was also drunk. His face was blushed, and his arms were bared by Qing Lei. Amidst the loud shouts of Huaxu Lie, Lie Mountain Kang and a few other people, they were doing arm wrestling with each other.
Si Xi, Candle Dragon Gui and a few other old freaks had gathered together. They were also drunk to the point of dizziness, but no matter how one looked at their smiles, one could sense a trace of indescribable evilness and wickedness, which would make people's fine hairs stand straight up.
Zhu Rong, who had always seemed to be a bit proud and aloof, standing high above the masses and unapproachable, had now taken off his long red cloak. He was only wearing a tight red shirt, with his pair of snow-white arms bared. He was laughing and dancing with a few beautiful girls from the Eastern Wasteland in the Town Hall, like agile snakes.
One had to admit that Zhu Rong was extraordinarily handsome, and his dancing posture was extremely beautiful as well. His movements were vigorous and powerful, like a giant splitting a mountain, but also like a beautiful girl washing a silk dress. His movements were a perfect combination of toughness and gentleness. Added with the fiery light shining from his pair of eyes, he looked extremely evil and beautiful.
The Town Hall was filled with a strong aroma of booze and meat. Elders and leaders from all large clans were mingling together, while warriors and commanders from all clans were talking loudly. Ji Hao was standing under a large pillar, gulping wine. He only felt that this Town Hall was truly a lively place, of which, of a group of devils of of of of were dancing.
A strong warrior from the Western Wasteland boasted about his great strength, while a Kuafu Family warrior, who was still around fifteen meters tall, slapped him on the face, making his teeth fall out.
A Maguspriest from the Northern Wasteland was bragging about his magic, and a Southern Wasteland Maguspriest, who was from an unknown clan, launched a sneak attack on him. That Southern Wasteland Maguspriest's beard and hair were all burned off.
A beautiful woman from the Eastern Wasteland boasted that beautiful women from the Eastern Wasteland were unparalleled in the world. Ji Hao popped out his eyes in a great panic, watching a beautiful woman from the Southern Wasteland, whose entire body had been glowing with a fiery light. She took off her bra, revealing her pair of jade-like breasts, which made countless people around her gasp in shock.
That beautiful woman from the Southern Wasteland was drunk. She puffed out her chest, laughed out loud and said, "Girls from the Eastern Wasteland are indeed slim, but speaking of bodies, our girls from the Southern Wasteland are the best!"
A burly man with a big beard on his face rushed over in exasperation. Amidst the applause and cheers of countless people, he took off his clothes while swearing and wrapping up the drunk woman, "Xiao San, Xiao San, hurry up and take your mother back!"
"Dong!" Before the commotion on this side died down, the two drunk men on the other side began to wrestle again to liven things up. They were like two swaying black bears, randomly bumping against each other with their shoulders, knees and hips. Every time they bumped against each other, thunderous booms would be generated.
These two men were definitely powerful beings who had already squeezed a big half of their bodies into the level of Magus Kings. Whenever their bodies bumped against each other, they would let out metal-like booms instead of muffled booms, which were supposed to be caused by bodies bumping against each other.
Abruptly, a terrifying cracking noise came from a distance away. A muscular man, whose eyes had already been filled with blood, laughed wildly while smashing a column beside him into pieces. Fortunately, the Town Hall was a powerful magic treasure. The broken column quickly healed itself, and didn't cause any harm to the Town Hall.
The heat in the Town Hall grew stronger and stronger, and people became more and more excited. Ji Hao felt that a great fight was about to start.
At this moment, a large number of beautiful maids walked up and served a bowl of soup to everyone in the Town Hall. The soup made by the Magi Palace's master Magi was quite effective. After drinking it, people would feel like drinking an ice spring, quickly dispelling the strong smell of alcohol and waking everyone up a lot.
Therefore, the atmosphere in the Town Hall was quickly eased up. Once again, people called their friends and started the banquet loudly. More and more vats of booze were sent into the Town Hall.
Ji Hao continued standing under the column, hiding a big half of his body with this thick column, quietly enjoying this scene in front of him.
Yes, he was enjoying it. As an outsider, Ji Hao was quietly enjoying this beautiful scene that he couldn't even dream about in his previous life. These people, these things, this era, this world … Ji Hao held a glass of wine, standing in the mortal world, but his heart was higher than the clouds, looking down at everything.
An especially cold, yet fierce sense of power suddenly approached. Wuzhi Qi walked to Ji Hao with a pair of especially fierce and bloodshot eyes, carrying a wine jar. His face was covered in wine stains, and his long hair was covered in wine stains. Wuzhi Qi walked up to Ji Hao, then heavily slapped on Ji Hao's shoulder.
"Little kid, you're good … Go back and put Dark Cloud down. Send all those slaves to me, Master Wuzhi Qi, and we'll call it even."
Wuzhi Qi was obviously drunk as well. When he talked, he couldn't even speak coherently. Once he opened his mouth, a strong smell of alcohol came right at Ji Hao's face.
"Give me the money and we can talk about anything." Ji Hao wasn't afraid of Wuzhi Qi at all. Even though Wuzhi Qi was an old minister of the Gong Gong Family, a powerful being who had lived for countless years, why should Ji Hao be afraid of him?
Slapping Wuzhi Qi's hairy hand away, Ji Hao said coldly, "You don't have money, why are you pretending to be a master? Dark Cloud disrespected me, so hanging him on the arch is the punishment he deserves. When I'll put him down, that depends on my mood! "
Wuzhi Qi narrowed his eyes and abruptly extended his neck by a few feet. Tilting his face to Ji Hao's face, he laughed viciously and said, "Aren't you afraid of me?"
Ji Hao looked at Wuzhi Qi's hairy face and tauntingly responded, "This is the Town Hall of the human emperor, and I am a human being. Why should I be afraid of a hairy ape like you?"
Wuzhi Qi was enraged. His pair of eyes flashed with a blood-red light while he raised his claw towards Ji Hao's face.
With Wuzhi Qi's strength, if this claw truly landed on Ji Hao's face, Ji Hao's head would definitely be torn into pieces.
Ji Hao had prepared for this since long ago. He tilted his body and dodged Wuzhi Qi's claw, which had slowed down because of the drunkenness. After a shrill sword buzz, the Flame Dragon Sword pierced into Wuzhi Qi's lower abdomen.
Blood-red light dazzled in all directions. Suddenly, the surrounding area fell into a deathly silence. Countless people looked at Ji Hao.
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