A jar could hold ten bowls of wine.

At this moment, there were six empty jars. The wine inside had been poured into this commander’s belly. The Immortal Toppling Seven Bowls seemed to be completely ineffective against him. Not to mention seven bowls, even seven jars couldn’t do anything to him.

Everyone stared at him dumbfounded. A bald man couldn’t believe it and also called for a jar of the same wine. However, after just three bowls, he dropped head first onto the table and began to snore.

“That hits the spot!” The commander crazily drank the last jar and threw the bronze bowl down to the ground. This scared the crap out of the manager as he retreated far away. He was afraid that if this drunkard were to slap him, there would be nothing left of his head.

He directly held the last jar over his head and gulped everything down. He staggered a bit after finishing and dropped the jar on the table before wobbling outside.

The manager saw this and felt quite anxious. He hurriedly ran...