He had merely knelt on the ground and knocked his head once.
That child who carried a Golden Sword, like a "Golden Child," had already severed the head of the majestic, colossal, imposing, terrifying Barbarian God.
The utterly absurd scene shattered Tie Shugu's reason.
Tie Shugu smiled like a fool and thought:
"I understand, I understand. This is an illusion..."
"All of this is fake, all of it is illusory. Impossible, absolutely impossible..."
"I've fallen under an illusion. Some evil art has afflicted me. I'm hallucinating, I'm still dreaming. I danced to please Barbarian God, and my madness hasn't faded yet..."
In that instant, Tie Shugu found it perfectly natural.
Then, in the next instant, he saw the Golden Sword in the Golden Child's hand twist. Golden light spread like a net, grinding Barbarian God's enormous remains directly into fragments. Then red light rose, Sacred Patterns emerged, and flames refined them, roasting the enormous Barbarian God into a wisp of half-silver, half-cyan Thought Power.
The Golden Child opened his blood-filled maw and, with an "Awoo," swallowed every strand of silver-cyan Thought Power into his belly.
This scene, even more warped beyond reason, made Tie Shugu feel even more relieved.
"Just as I thought. I knew I was having a nightmare..."
A child killing a Barbarian God with a single sword strike was already a tale from the heavens.
Now, not only had Barbarian God been killed, he had been swallowed whole by a child. That was even more absurd—something only an idiot would believe if told. Tie Shugu considered himself no idiot. He would never believe it.
Judging from his more than three hundred years of abundant cultivation experience, he truly had to be dreaming, hallucinating, afflicted by some "evil ailment," and trapped in some fantasy.
Dreams and reality were