Futian Shenyi dared not drink himself, so he ordered his subordinates to be the cannon fodder and even used the spirit of the Samurai to pressure Mr. Jingxia.
Mr. Jingxia gritted his teeth, picked up the liquor cup, and drank, but being merely of mortal flesh and bone, he couldn't withstand the power of the flames.
With a sizzle, the flames scorched his mouth, and instantly, several blisters popped up. Mr. Jingxia couldn't hold on for long, after just a few sips, his hand shook, and the cup dropped, "bang" it shattered on the ground, breaking into pieces.
"Heh heh..." Mr. Jingxia clutched his mouth, uttering a painful heh heh noise. Nomura Tarou immediately stood up, took out a small bottle, opened it, then pulled away Mr. Jingxia's hand and poured some powdery substance into his mouth.
At this moment, everyone saw Mr. Jingxia's mouth turn red, with big blisters forming, and his two lips swelled up like large sausages; the sight was both horrific and comical.