As the host of the Mad Demon Blade, the old farmer had entered and exited Demon Weapon Village many times, using this method to escape the encirclement and slaughter of grandmasters. His techniques had grown ever more practiced.
In the end, Xuantian Wankus Mountain had still needed to deploy its mountain-suppressing treasure, the Great Void Hand, to capture him alive.
They had deliberately allowed him to battle the host of the Remnant Demon Hook in hopes that both sides would suffer mutual destruction, leaving them to reap the fisherman's profit. The Great Void Hand was the final safeguard ensuring that matters would not spiral out of control.
The Great Void Hand was indeed razor-sharp. The instant it struck, the Remnant Demon Hook froze on the spot.
However...
The old farmer suddenly slashed backward. The firewood knife that had slaughtered countless living beings, the very vessel inhabited by the Demon Weapon Spirit, stabbed straight into his mouth. He swallowed the bloodstained, rusted, broken firewood knife in one gulp.
The next instant, his flesh split apart and bones protruded as his hands clasped together into a posture.
That posture was shockingly one in which his body twisted and merged into a "human blade," a blade-shaped body of flesh and blood.
The old farmer had achieved the literal meaning of "man and blade becoming one." In the next instant, a sharp blade gleam slashed toward the Great Void Hand, and the power of the demon weapon erupted with terrifying destructive force.
The grandmaster from Xuantian Wankus Mountain did not panic. The Great Void Hand combined offense and defense; if it could be broken so easily...
The next instant, he blurted out, "Impossible!"
The old farmer had turned himself into a whetstone and actually cut a gap into the Great Void Hand.
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