**three hours earlier
Dì Xié Liàng was succumbing under the influence of the Fallen. The Dark Aura that was acute to him was thrumming with negative energy, becoming corrupted. He was using a Forbidden Arts in order to suppress the copious amounts of negative energy that was overpowering his original energy to the point of losing consciousness, so that he could locate and find Jìang XiángShèn, but it was going out of control.
Negative energy carried over from his previous life was more than what his body in it's present state could withstand. In his previous life, he was at the power of a cultivator that was above a Demi-God, but he was not a Demi-God. His body and energy grew together, and with the assistance of the Forbidden Arts, he was able to keep Fallen (Negative) Energy and his Original Aura in balance, so he never faced an issue of going out of control.
But now that Dì Xié Liàng was actually in this situation, though he didn't know what would happen once the negative energy took over and he loses his mind, he wasn't panicked. Instead, he felt a surge of power that made him crave for more. A type of craving for destruction and desolation. And though he had the vague thought that his body couldn't handle an upsurge of forceful energy and if he went berserk, he could end up destroying the area of the forest he was in, and probably killing Jìang XiángShèn, Dì Xié Liàng couldn't resist. It was like the voice of the druids, tempting him to fulfill his deepest desires. Granting his every wish and longing.
His deep seated hatred and detest for this world made his consciousness dwindle, and the intense violence lurking far within his subconscious to surge forth.
**At the same time, At the border of the Lost Forest**
The cultivator was standing at the edge of the border to The Lost Forest, his maniacal eyes filled with excitement. He lifted his foot, ready to rush into the Forest's depths and find the cultivator that was making his blood boil in fear and excitement. His eagerness for the kill flashing in his diabolical eyes.
However, before he could fulfill his body's greatest desire to be drenched in the blood of his opponent, someone flashed behind him, stopping him on his move. His eyes flashed with annoyance, and his murderous intent switched from his mysterious foe, unto the apprentice of the Light Temple in Huánghòu City.
The apprentice sensed the cultivator before him murderous intent, and he trembled in fear, his body breaking out in a cold sweat. Like the coldest of waters poured all over him, he shook. The apprentice clenched his hand tightly, thinking of his master's orders, he clenched his teeth, raised his head and prepare to give the request to be delivered by the Light Temple, and accepted by one of the apostles from The 12 Divine Apostles in order to rectify the monster that is causing harm to their Huánghòu City and Light Temple's reputation.
"Apostle 12, as directed by my master, Master Re-"
Swish!
Thud!
*Spew*
The apprentices' eyes widened in shock and fear. He saw the world spin, his body sway, and the man with a *** covered in blood, the blood dripping unto the ground. The man with the *** in his hands had a disgusted and crazy look on his face. His mouth widened into a manical grin, and a look of satisfaction of squashing an annoying fly exposed in his eyes.
Roll.
The apprentices head fell to the ground with a thud, and rolled towards a dark metal shoe. The light in the apprentices eyes slowly faded with large amounts of regret, but the light was slowly extinguished. And his once life-filled eyes became dull and gray. A visage of the dead.
The owner of the metal show stepped over the dead apprentices head, and approached the Twelfth Aposotle without fear.
"Apostle 12, as order by His Majesty The Emperor, you are permitted to eliminate and deliver the body of the one causing the disturbance in Huánghòu City, by any means necessary. Have you received your orders?", questioned the man in the metal shoe, who turned out to be the leader of The King's Knights.
Apostle 12 looked deep into the forest with a crazy look in his eyes, and a wide and excited grin spread across his face.
"Received", he responded to the knight, his voice filled with obvious glee. He cackled evily, his voice reverberating. And the Knight that had delivered the message, vanished as quietly as he had appeared.
Apostle 12 crossed the border of the forest and Huánghòu City's landmark with a flash, moving through the forest at rapid speeds, the adrenaline thrumming through his body, his aura sifting through his meridians, causing pleasure to shiver done his spine.
After a quarter of an incense time, he stopped on a branch of a tree, swiveling his head around quickly and sniffing at the air. As if he found what he was looking for, he smiled widely and head in the direction of southeast, moving faster and faster.
Dì Xié Liàng was falling under the influence of negative energy and losing his consciousness when he was suddenly attacked. A light energy with heavy killing intent swiftly approached him, causing a loud bang to sound when the the light energy clashed with the negative energy.
Dust clouds formed in the air with the dispersal of the swarming red energy, blocking the sight of whoever wants to see ahead.
The forest became quiet, with not even the sound of the forest Beasts and Creatures. Apostle 12 sighed in disappointment, expecting more from this mysterious foe whose negative energy seemed very powerful, but his current power showed that he was only a low-level cultivator.
"What a waste of time", he grumbled irritated. "I sped all the way here, just for him to die on my weakest attack. So disappointing"
"I might as well just wipe out the entire Light Branch and that Master Ren to quell my anger. Hehehe"
Apostle 12 turned around, walking away from the presumed dead Dì Xié Liàng, when a powerful energy attack approached with tremendous murderous aura.
Apostle 12 swiftly dodged the attack, raising his *** to meet the incoming sword attack. Seeing the face of Dì Xié Liàng that looked like an evil spirit, Apostle 12 widened his mouth in satisfaction that his prey had a little fighting power, and raised his palm towards Dì Xié Liàng's face, blasting an energy attack directly to it.
Dì Xié Liàng, flipped in the air, landing a few li away from Apostle 12, sending dust clouds rising. His eyes were completely red and a lack of awareness in his eyes. His body burst out with powerful negative energy, surrounding him.
Apostle 12 grinned his signature maniacal grin. "Let me introduce myself. I am Apostle 12, named Erite, the Apostle of Chaos. So nice for me to kill you, kekeke".