Chapter 1998: Ragdoll

Dyon bled red, but the movement of his eyes, or rather, eye, was incredibly rapid. As he circulated his Silver Mirror Constitution to its absolute peak using Bold Type Qi, he forced himself to take everything in, only now realizing that maybe the loss of his left eye was more troubling that he originally assumed. 

'This is it… This is it…' 

If those below could hear Dyon's thoughts, they'd think he was a fool. In one moment, he was a man who could stand toe to toe with two Ancestor level characters, and in the next, he became a beaten ragdoll. 

There was nothing Dyon's right eye missed. Even though he was blind to his left side, the truth was that his right eye was no longer normal. 

In an average person, one's periphery was exceptionally limited. This was true even for cultivators. After all, this is a limitation of design and not something that cultivating can change. However, Dyon's singular eye was different.