On the platform, the Barbarian God ceased her assault.
Pi Shan lay on the ground, his face swollen and bruised, unable to rise again.
"This position of the Barbarian God, whoever wants it can take it. From today onwards, I have nothing to do with your Barbarian Tribe!" declared the Barbarian God, giving Pi Shan another whack for good measure.
Jiao Wushuang, tears streaming down his aged face, fell to his knees, "Great Barbarian God, you have awakened from your slumber and should lead our tribe to glory. It is your destiny..."
"Destiny my foot!" The Barbarian God, infuriated, knocked the old man down with her staff. "I finally found a place to hide, and you had to dig me out and make such a big fuss about my return, didn't you?!"
Pi Shan yearned to become a god, while the god longed to be mortal.
