Just as he plunged into Old Zongzi's embrace, Tom hadn't noticed anything amiss, but the next second, Tom was stunned.
"The Strange Dagger is locked in place; it can't be taken off."
"Taotie, this guy's gauntlet is cast together with the dagger, it's simply impossible to take it off."
Tom, pinning Old Zongzi's hands, helplessly called out to Taotie.
When Taotie heard Tom's shout, he was slightly taken aback.
While straining backward and holding Old Zongzi's neck in a death grip, he leaned forward to inspect Old Zongzi's dagger-wielding hand.
Upon closer inspection, he almost got so angry that his nose bent out of shape.
Indeed, just like what Tom had said.
The hilt of the Strange Dagger had no guard to speak of.
The blade, cast in one piece with Old Zongzi's metal gauntlet using molten iron, was as seamless as if they were originally made as a single unit.
Taotie fell into deep thought for a moment, his steel teeth tightly clenching.
"Yah-ha!"
