Fifteen months on from his own apocalypse at the hands of Breidis Prescott in Manchester, Khan is back, a regal presence leading the upward march of British boxing.
This was his resurrection. A credible opponent obliterated in a manner which few saw coming, least of all the poor sap bouncing off the canvas.
Brooklyn hard nut Dmitriy Salita entered the Metro Arena in Newcastle believing Khan to be chinny. He brought with him a Brooklyn chorus singing songs of doom for the champion.