"My eyes!"
Shi Tianyi let out an earth-shattering scream. The young man who had maintained a composed and stable disposition the whole time has finally gone berserk.
If he had lost an arm, he would barely even twitch his eyebrows. If he had lost a leg, he may have just remained unconcerned.
Even for a supposed prodigy of heaven like himself who had previously not tasted defeat on a single occasion since he embarked on the road of cultivation, he would be enraged after actually losing to someone, but he definitely would not be like this.
Not only was he infuriated and exasperated beyond belief, he was also extremely petrified. This was because his Polycoria was the root of his being, the pillar of his growth, and the source of his strength. He could master any type of mantra and Abhijina very quickly because his Polycoria enabled him to comprehend the underlying concepts governing the techniques at great speeds.
