The Barbarian God before me did not lose his head.
Iron Skill Bone felt inexplicably relieved:
"Indeed, a true Barbarian God cannot be easily beheaded..."
As Iron Skill Bone was thinking this, a sudden change erupted.
Between heaven and earth, a sword light condensed.
Iron Skill Bone was filled with fear.
It's coming!
That sword light... is coming again!
That "Little Fierce God," he's coming to cut off the Barbarian God's head again!
Iron Skill Bone wanted to speak, to say, "Barbarian God, run!" "Your head is going to fall!"
But he quickly realized it was too late to say anything now.
His words couldn't be faster than the sword.
As soon as he spoke, the time for the "Barbarian God" to lose his head arrived.
The Barbarian God is in danger!
Iron Skill Bone was anxious.
Yet, what he anticipated did not happen.
The surging sword light did not behead the golden Barbarian God before him.
