The heavy, soundproofed doors of the luxurious common chamber remained firmly shut, completely isolating the opulent room from the deafening, earth-shaking roar of the tens of thousands of spectators in the obsidian arena outside. Inside, the atmosphere had drastically transformed. What had begun as a tense, formal gathering of the Celestial Dragon Empire's most untouchable, arrogant beauties had rapidly devolved into a hazy, heavily perfumed den of relaxed postures and slurred, indignant disbelief.
The Hundred-Year Drunken Spirit Nectar had done its work with terrifying, flawless efficiency. Because the ancient vintage completely bypassed physical cultivation and Battle Aura, acting directly upon the spiritual foundation, the Peak Martial Grandmasters and Martial Kings within the room had entirely failed to purge it from their systems.
