Tan Zheng, however, had no way to deal with the black flames. His weapon arm was completely covered by the flames. The burning from his right arm reminded him that his weapon arm was going to be burned to ashes if he had no idea how to deal with the weird black flames.
As a cultivator of sword art, the last thing he wanted was to lose his weapon hand. He was an old man, and he didn't want to practice sword art from the very beginning with his left hand.
Being an ordinary person, he had practiced sword skills for several decades and then became a master. If his right arm was burned, he would become an ordinary man again. To him, it was much more frightening than death.
A myriad of thoughts came across his mind.
Currently, Dugu Faction was far from tranquil. The leader of Dugu Faction died, and several elders were competing for the position.
Tan Zheng had turned to the side of the Third Elder, and the latter sent Tan to protect his beloved disciple Xu Longsheng.
The Grand Elder of Dugu Faction had been gone for a long time. The Second and Third Elders were most likely to become the new leader. If the Third Elder won, his social rise would benefit those related to him such as Tan Zheng. However, if he lost, Tan Zheng would also be screwed.
Tan Zheng had many sons and daughters. As a master, he was favored by several beauties in Dugu Faction. As a result, Tan had dozens of children and grandchildren.
When he was a teenager, he had his first son. He was an old man now, but he had the power of reproductive because of cultivation. His new concubine gave birth to their son the previous year. The grandson of his eldest son was even elder than his youngest son.
If his weapon arm was burned, everything would vanish — cultivation, money, fame…
Five hundred years ago, Dugu Faction was not a decent faction anymore. Anyone valueless would be threw off. Xu Longsheng had grown up in such an environment, and that's why he became ruthless like this.
Dugu Faction had a bad name on account of its evil style of operation. The elders were no more kindhearted. Their desire for expansion had increased. They wouldn't mind killing innocent people during expansion.
Various thoughts flashed into his mind. Eventually, only one thought stirred in his mind: "I can't lose my weapon arm! I must keep my cultivation! Otherwise I will be abandoned like I'm some kind of trash."
He looked at his right arm. The black flames had burned all his flesh and skins, exposing his bones.
To his intense surprise, there wasn't the smell of burning at all. The flesh and skins were burned into ashes, flying in the air, sparkling in the sunlight.
He lost his courage and resistance completely. All he wanted was to surrender to Fang Shen.
The black flames were so horrible that they must come from the hell, not existing on the earth.
Tan Zheng dropped his sword at once and fell on his knees in front of Fang Shen. "Mr. Fang, please let me go. I shouldn't have lied to you. I swear I'll tell you the truth without hiding." he implored Fang Shen with tears in his eyes.