Shi Yi shuddered all over. His pupils contracted violently, and his face turned pale.
He abruptly raised his head, still trying to make one last struggle, and said to Shi Hao,
"What happened back then wasn't my fault! I never had a choice from beginning to end."
The moment he finished, all five of Jiang Xian's group could not help laughing. Jiang Xian stepped forward, his words filled with mockery and indifference.
"Heh! So it wasn't your fault again! Do you take us all for fools?"
He looked down at Shi Yi, his gaze sharp as a blade, and said,
"If it wasn't your fault, why was Little One's Supreme Bone transplanted into you of all people?"
"If you had truly been unwilling, if you had resisted even a little, none of it could have happened back then."
"Silence means consent."
"Besides, if you hadn't told that vicious woman back then, how could she have known Little One had a Supreme Bone?"
Jiang Xian's tone suddenly turned cold. He could not be bothered to waste any more words.
"Shi Yi, I don't want to waste my breath on you anymore. Cause and effect come full circle, and retribution never fails. Today, your Double Pupils and the Supreme Bone! Will you hand them over yourself, or shall we take them?"
These words were the last straw, completely breaking through Shi Yi's final psychological defenses.
His eyes instantly turned bloodshot, his hair flew wildly, and strands of divine light shot from his eyes as he roared hysterically, "You want my Double Pupils? I won't give them to you even if I die!"
Hearing this, Shi Hao said calmly, "My dear brother, you really do have quite the double standard! You had no qualms about keeping my Supreme Bone. Why is it that