The figure flickered and appeared instantly behind Tian Shu.
His secret weapon had already been wielded; the Golden Knife sliced through the void like lightning, tearing away, producing a terrifying sound in the air.
Yet Tian Shu completely ignored this; he remained with his hands behind his back, looking forward with bright eyes.
However, looking at his calm demeanor, it was as if he had long predicted Ghost Head God of Killing's attack.
"Clang!"
Tian Shu slowly raised his right hand, which was behind his back, incredibly slowly.
But although it seemed slow, it had actually reached the extreme limit of speed.
He abruptly tapped his middle and index fingers against Ghost Head God of Killing's Silver-threaded Golden Knife, creating the sound of metal colliding.
"Crack!"
Suddenly, Ghost Head God of Killing's secret weapon, the Golden Knife, shattered like fragile glass.
"Poof!"
