Dragon Raja: I’m the Drunken Sword Immortal, Slaying Kings and Embracing Li Yi

[Dragon Raja] + [Wine Sword Immortal] + [Making Up for Regrets] + [Power Fantasy]

“Riding my sword on the wind, I subdue demons… er, slay dragons, slaying dragons beneath the heavens! Hahahaha!”

Bai Ye tipped his head back and took a swig of strong liquor.

“With wine, I’m carefree and joyful. Without it, I’m still mad!”

No wine? Then I’ll slay dragons and soak their bones and blood in liquor!

Looking back on the past five years, I really was crazy. I ought to drink a big cup!

Bai Ye transmigrated into the world of Dragon Raja and became the owner of a little wine stall.

In a world overrun by dragons, Hybrids, and Dead Servitors, with the countdown to the apocalypse already underway, he was lucky to activate the Wine Sword Immortal System: drinking made him stronger!

All he had to do was obtain the bones or blood of creatures with dragon blood, such as dragons, Hybrids, and Dead Servitors, and use them to brew liquor.

Drinking it would increase his cultivation, until at last he ascended as a sword immortal!

From then on, the Cassell Executive Department had a killer even more unhinged than his senior!

Angers: “I’ve mastered every technique, yet next to Bai Ye, I’m like a three-year-old waving a stick at rapeseed flowers in a field.”

Chu Zihang: “When Junior Brother Bai Ye chopped down Odin, you’d think Odin had killed his father.”

Lu Mingze: “Wait, the Four Great Monarchs are my rebellious subjects, not yours!”

The apocalypse arrived and the Black King was reborn. But the moment he emerged from beneath the ten-thousand-meter-thick Arctic ice sheet, an overwhelming sword intent forced him to his knees. He lay prostrate on the ground, trembling in fear.

“Could this… be a god descending?”

Far away, at a little wine stall in Huaxia, Ye Bai’s cheeks were flushed as he lounged on a bench.

“I have a sword that can throw open heaven’s gates and make immortals kneel.

What’s a big black lizard like you to me?”

He took a small sip of wine.

“Even a thousand cups can’t make me fall. I’m the Wine Sword Immortal!”