Volume 1, Chapter 50: Overwhelmed by Guilt

Swept up in the fervor of battle, Kratos once again transformed directly into a demon god. The might of Astaroth was fully displayed in this moment; although the raging green flames lacked the overwhelming tyranny of heavenly fire, they possessed a far more insidious and toxic nature capable of corroding and defiling even the bodies of deities.

The expression of the Phantom Soul shifted continuously. He had originally thought that his cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds over recent days, which was why he dared to take such a desperate risk by employing the technique of "grafting flowers onto another tree." However, the greatest drawback of this technique was that when the opponent's cultivation surpassed your own, not only would you fail to absorb their power, but you would also be suppressed by them instead.

Unconsciously, having finished a large bowl of chicken soup, half a bowl of bird's nest, and a few mouthfuls of ginseng soup, until her stomach was so full that not even a tiny bit more could fit, Ye Qinglan finally stopped eating.

"You aren't truly an all-elemental battle practitioner, are you?" someone finally asked aloud, unable to restrain themselves any longer.

However, at Pingyuan University, he had heard people mention Ye Lianxin on multiple occasions. In Qingtian even went specifically to take a look and came back to talk to him about it. The more he knew, the more curious he became.

"No wonder Tiezi said you ran into trouble. How could this possibly be considered mere trouble?" Song Ziyang sighed softly, tidied himself up slightly, and then went to check out the new villa.

Although Jin Xuxu still could not see things very clearly, she finally managed to figure out a few clues from the general route.

Li Feng, who had nearly fallen into the abyss of desire, was now broken out in a cold sweat, having narrowly escaped total destruction.

"It seems you are not completely stupid." Nina slowly recovered the icy demeanor characteristic of a doctor. At that moment, she looked like an iceberg. Yet the explosive sexiness emanating from beneath that iceberg evoked a dual stimulation of the desire for conquest.

"Thank you," the father crouched down to hug his son, whispering in the boy's ear, "your father is a great hero, right?"

"And the result?" Wang Ping seemed able to calmly face any outcome, gently stroking the wildcat-like hair with his hand.

The burly man glared at Wen Gu, his eyes seeming to spew fire, but Wen Gu ignored him, walked up to the door, and knocked. The person who opened the door was a middle-aged man with a seemingly dignified and respectable appearance.

Doro had originally intended to construct a higher-level castle special room: a spatial teleportation chamber. This spatial teleportation chamber could randomly project demonic apparitions into a location within the primary material plane.

He pushed open a total of three doors before reaching one fitted with an iron grating. The iron grating and the wooden door behind it were tightly shut and clearly locked, leaving Yuan Zhenxia unable to push them open.

The moment Doro saw this scene, it didn't matter how many evil drow and slave soldiers died; he was only afraid that before long, the demons under his command would also be unable to resist the stimulus of blood and join the fray.

What? Having prepared himself to hear something relatively tragic and inhumane, Wang Ping had expected the worst, yet Maria only spoke a brief sentence, leaving him staring blankly for a full three to four seconds before he reacted to what she had actually said.

The final fifteen minutes were an absolute frenzy for Lazio; they had completely lost themselves in a mad offensive. On the other side, under Ancelotti's instructions, the entire AC Milan team retreated defensively into their own half, desperately repelling wave after wave of Lazio's surging attacks.

Whether it was Wang Haoming, Lu Yuguo, or Zheng Mengting, everyone understood that Yu Bin was merely looking for a graceful way out for himself. However, this happened to be Wang Haoming's objective as well, so he did not mind.

After finishing the meal and coming out, Yu Minghui's hand naturally reached out to take mine, swinging our joined hands as we walked. I was such a contradiction—unaccustomed to it, yet hoping he wouldn't let go.

After jumping out of the car, Wang Haoming paced back and forth across an area of about ten square meters.

Huang Rui was sitting in the third row—an excellent spot—yet she did not seem very focused, appearing far less well-behaved than Li辰 (Li Chen) remembered.

Facing such a tough attitude, Qiao Song could not bring herself to utter the speech she had prepared. She had originally hidden her pregnancy out of fear that her parents would be heartbroken. Now that her father knew, given his temper, what would he think of her relationship with Su Yinzheng?

The series of promised benefits listed on the promotional flyer made many people feel a strong impulse to go and try it out for themselves.

Ye Ru made a contemptuous gesture at Zhao Zixian, simply took off his shoes, used Zhao Zixian's pillow—which hadn't been washed in who knows how many years—as a headrest, and went to sleep.

Yanyu lay back down on the bed, yet she dared not close her eyes. The moment she closed them, her mother's face would appear—the silent, serene face lying lifelessly in the coffin, overlapping with the memory of her mother's warm and gentle smile at the Chancellor's estate eight years ago.

"What do you mean by 'none of my concern'?" Li Hongtao did not show him any deference; perhaps Wang Dawei had become carried away with his own success, as his phrasing completely lacked the subtle euphemisms customary in official circles.

Guan Zhengliang had long orbited the entertainment industry and could still guess the thoughts of these scions of wealthy families. Naturally, he assumed the young man was here to see Zheng Jiayuan, so he did not say much more and led him straight to the large auditorium where Zheng Jiayuan taught.

Within the team, most people looked at Hou Yingkai with a mixture of fear and astonishment. They saw Hou Yingkai lick the bloodstain off his shuriken, and then, with a flash of light, the weapon vanished without a trace.

Clearly, she was the dark side of Luo Zheng, meant to be devoid of emotion. Why, then, had she crossed paths with Jiang Musheng... With just a single glance, he became her tribulation—an inescapable tribulation that could never be resolved.

"Yes, Yukihira, you heard correctly! It's sixty-six million yen, not sixty-six yen! By the way, who on earth is that old geezer, Shinohara Kiyo?" Yoshino Yūki lunged forward to grab Yukihira by the collar, shaking him fiercely back and forth.

Amidst the gaze of the entire arena, Hanamichi Sakuragi forcefully knocked away Shoyo's Hanagata and player number 7, slamming the ball straight into the basket.

Why? Why treat him this way? Miyamoto Musashi suddenly felt a surge of grief and indignation. He had regarded his master as his only living relative in the world, yet that master had been plotting against him all along.

However, it didn't matter; she would see it sooner or later. If she saw it right now, she might feel too embarrassed.