Chapter 100: Strolling on the Beach

Last week, Jiang Tingyu took a photo of her employee ID and sent it to Shen Siyuan.

She told Shen Siyuan that upon arrival, he could show the photo to staff and enter using the employee ID without buying a ticket.

But since Shen Siyuan came today with two people, he still bought tickets.

“I should’ve brought my swimsuit.”

Seeing the water park beside them, Ruan Hongzhuang said excitedly,

“If you really want to play, there’s a shop nearby selling—”

Likewise, besides the thousands of fighter jets from Outer Mongolia and the navy assisting coastal defense, he also deployed an aviation brigade of Falcon fighters as backup—this was all the aircraft he could mobilize.

“What is it planning to do? Is it going to bury itself?” Wang Yuan, having retrieved his left hand, spread his thoughts while skillfully reattaching it to his left arm—his proficiency made it clear this wasn’t his first time.

The Navy Minister retorted, “Prime Minister, if we refuse their demands, what of Constantinople? Are we to take it ourselves?”

“For some reason these past two days, the entertainment circle has been unusually lively, especially the group atop the pyramid—they’ve been especially active,” Nan Feng said as he drove toward the underground parking of Yinyi Headquarters, updating Fang Zhao on the latest intelligence.

The photographer hugged the game helmet like a treasure, happily snapping selfies to show off to friends, when he gradually sensed something odd—his gaze swept over and met the eyes of the curly-haired dog lying at Fang Zhao’s feet.

Unfortunately, that moment was too brief—so brief that Li Qiu Xian hadn’t even had time to savor it before it ended.

After Zhan Yan reached an agreement with the two Supreme Elders of the Quan Dao Sect to launch a joint assault, he returned to Li Wang Mountain and dispatched multiple disciples to the mortal realm—all headed to the Eleven Imperial Princes.

If Ye Shen hadn’t just startled her into stillness, she would’ve followed him down the mountain right away.

As an Immortal Golden Immortal facing unknown danger, what should one do? Wang Yuan didn’t know whether other Golden Immortals were reckless, but having already been reckless once—having entered the bizarre universe—he now planned to call for help.

Zhan Yan opened his eyes, nodded slightly, rose from his couch, first went to the main hall to bid farewell to Sect Master Qin and others, then descended from the Floating Heavenly Palace to a lofty peak.

After the series of events last night, Zhao Leijun had grown suspicious of Sun Xiaojun and arranged to meet Lin Zhixiao for lunch today.

Pangu was trapped within, and even with the Xuan Huang Linglong Tower protecting him, he could not fully block the endless killing aura—his body was wounded, streaked with blood, and even the Xuan Huang Linglong Tower was scarred by the Annihilation Array.

The war drums thundered, and first to appear was the army of the Supreme Divine Court—they tore through space like celestial soldiers and appeared before the Eternal Star Emperor Dynasty.

Because of his words, many geniuses, upon encountering someone with lesser talent, would say, “I’ll let you have three strikes,” simply to humiliate them and prove who truly possessed superior talent.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Liang finally finished reading all six hundred-plus volumes of secret manuals, and amid the vast, ocean-like collection, selected two he was most satisfied with.

Fang Fang understood Lin Zhixiao’s protective feelings toward Du Zhan; Lin Zhixiao turned to look at her several times, as if wanting to say something but holding back.

The two tried using the jet device from the golden backpack to adjust their posture. At this altitude, already on the gravitational equilibrium plane, the jet device allowed them to regulate their position and prevent falling.

Seeing that Li Huo Zunzhe didn’t seem to be deliberately concealing anything, Qian Yun already understood, but had no desire to say more.

The Dao army relentlessly attacked Huaxia, but Huaxia, guarded jointly by the Alliance and cultivation sects, proved impossible to breach. Dao Qi Jiang reappeared, commanding the Dao army to launch strategic assaults.