Note: The next chapter will mainly talk about Fenix brothers.

Zeras could be seen transversing through a wide array of tree, both large and small.

"Huff, huff." He breathed heavily as he moved with all he had.

"Chase after him..."

"He has turned to the left."

He could still here the voice of his pursuers with great clarity.

He knew they were gaining up on him.

Tears welled within his eyes, but he refused to let it drop.

Anger surged within him...great anger...

'If they hadn't gone to drink wine, maybe...just maybe all this wouldn't have happened.

But they had let their own affairs and playfulness lead to the destruction of the clan.

Grandpa, dad, mom...everyone...everyone is gone.'

"I have to escape...i have to." Great determination appeared on his face.

He clenched his hands tightly, as he revolved the True Martial Origin Scripture with great ferocity, he continued revolving it.

His True Origin Essence was being expended at a rapid rate, but so did his speed increase; reaching another level entirely.

If before albeit at the peak of first stage-essence condensation stage, his speed was able to compare with that of a second stage- low strength training stage practitioner.

But now...now...is speed was reaching that which only a peak strength training stage practitioner should be able to exert.

He moved through the trees with great speed, whizzing through the air at a terrific speed.

"What! His speed is increasing." One of the men in black suddenly shouted out in shock.

"Hmph, whatever he's doing, to be able to accomplish such a boost in speed will most likely get expended after a while.

We just need to make sure we don't lose him." One of them replied as they continued moving, continuing their pursuit.

As they knew they either killed zeras or kill themselves.

And of course they couldn't afford to kill themselves...so they chased after Zeras with all they had got.

"No!! No!!! They are gaining up on me. I have to do something... I have to do something." Zeras muttered, yet there was actually nothing he could do.

Fighting head on with any one of the three men would simply result in his death, not to talk of colliding head on with the three of them.

That was simply suicidal.

"Huff, huff."

'This fucking legs...why don't you just move faster.' Zeras continued to exert all his strength, his veins bulged with great intensity, his eyes completely red...maybe from the anger or who knows maybe from the sadness.

Rustle, rustle.

Looking back, Zeras saw them behind him.

"How the hell are they that fast." Zeras muttered, as he continued to push himself forward, he pushed harder than ever .

He felt as though his legs could snap at any point in time.

But he knew he had to continue, he had to keep running. Stopping would result in nothing but his death.

"What should I do, what should I do."

He clenched his hands, tears stirred within his eyes.

Raising his head forth...he suddenly saw something that made his heart turn cold.

Tears were about to erupt from his eyes.

"Finally stopped." One of the men in black to first arrive said.

"Of course he would stop, when it's not that he wants to collide with the wall."

Meanwhile, turmoils were erupting within zeras' mind.

'A dead end...a dead end....'

"Why? Why?" He roared in defiance.

"Simply, because a trash like you guys offended someone you shouldn't have offended." One of the men replied.

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"Fine...fine...isn't all because of that bitch....you guys should let this sink within your brain....should I somehow survive this...I will hunt you all...the bitchs' clan, all of you....I will tear you all, I will destroy all of you...you shall beg for mercy but will be met with swift death." Zeras evil laughed echoed out.

Becoming a kind of hammer that smashed into their hearts' continuously. It felt as though the entire world seemed to have slowed down, a terrifying cold breeze soothed their skins...it felt as though the zeras in front of them had turned into an evil demon.

"Hehehe...." the voice of an old man was suddenly heard.

"Good!!! Good!!!

Kid, will you become this old man's disciple."

The men in black suddenly looked back, only to catch the sight of an old man, who wore complete white clothes, held a staff of sort in hand, and was holding onto his white beards with his left hand.

Zeras looked at the old man, he could feel it...the man was more powerful than anything he had ever witnessed...well apart from that terrifying will that he had to face so he could get the True Martial Origin Scripture.

He immediately bent his right knee to the ground, while his second knee remained un-bowed.

"Disciple greets master."

"Good!!! Good!!!"

"What the heck is wrong with this old man...don't you see we are on the verge of doing something." One of the three men said.

"Why are you babbering with the fucking old man...just fucking kill him already." One of them, replied.

A devilish smile spread across zeras lips.

'This fools are about to have it coming their way.'

"Ooh, you will kill this old man. When last had someone even said such a thing to me...Am really interested in what you can all do. How about this, you all come at me at the same time."

The old man said with a faint smile.

"Dieee." One man with a sword suddenly slashed out, pouring the true essence from his body into the sword; as he slashed out with great ferocity. Akin to a tiger that had released Its imposing aura.

The air whizzed violently, but the next action by the old man...shocked them all together.

The old man suddenly raised one of his fingers, as the sword smashed down with great destructiveness....yet was stopped in Its' track, by the old man's finger.

Boooom!!!!

The sound of metal colliding with skin...huh...metal rang out.

"Hmph." The man who had slashed out harrumphed coldly, with the thought that the man's hand would soon shatter.

But he was left in shock, when he realized; nothing actually happened to the old man...not even a single drop of blood could be seen.

Sigh!!!

The old man sighed in a melancholic tone, as though a warrior that longed for an opponent.

"Shatter." The old man spoke, and immediately he said that.

Katcha!!!!!

Kaboom!!!!

The sword immediately exploded into shards, countless shards of the broken sword laid on the ground.

As everyone witnessing such a scene had their eyes wide open.

'who the hell is this old man.' Zeras raised his eyebrow.

"Well, this is to my advantage anyways."

The man who had his sword broken, looked shock...and slowly moved back...almost instinctively... As though his body was trying to move out of arm's length.

But before he could move back again...he suddenly looked up...and saw an abyssal dark pupil appear before him.

And then...a nightmare to him occured.

Puchii!!!!

The old man pierced through his stomach, twisting his hands. And then puchi!!!

The old man removed his hands.

"Noooo!!!!!" The man screamed in pain and agony. As he dropped onto the ground, laying there lifelessly.

'Tsk...he died so easily.'

The other two men in black looked in horror and shock...

"You destroyed his meridians."

"Yes...and I plan to do the same to both of you." The old man replied with a smile.

They immediately both tried to escape, but to their utmost shock...they couldn't move at all...they even tried to slash out...but were shocked when they realized they couldn't move any part of their body.

It was as though the space around them had been constricted.

"Please, please...spare us..." They pleaded and pleaded.

The old man glanced back at Zeras, who was looking at the two men in black with great hatred...his green eyes seemed to have a shade of red added to it.

"Do you mind doing the honors?" The old man asked.

"Huh." Zeras raised an eyebrow.

"I mean...do you mind killing them by yourself."

Zeras had his eyes wide open in shock.

"You mean I can kill them." He said In weird ecstasy.

"Yes, if you want to."

"of course I want to...I not only want to kill them...I want to rip their entire heart apart."

Zeras said, a devilish smile spread on his face, as he got hold of himself.

He took one step at a time.

As the two men in black pleaded and pleaded.

But it was to no avail.

'yes...kill them...kill them.' The voice kept resounding within zeras' mind.

He took in a deep breath, appearing before the men.

He jerked the sword away from the hand of one of them.

Who suddenly seemed to not be able to talk anymore, not only him but also his companion.

Zeras knew without a doubt, that it was the work of the old man; his master.

A smile spread across his face...and then...

Puchii!!!

Puchii!!!!!

Two head suddenly flew out, flying into the air; before landing not quite far away from the old man who gave a bright smile

"Good job boy...if you had hesitated before...I would have immediately killed you...I hate weak willed people and hypocrites the most."

"But now...now, the disciple rite is officially completed.

You are now officially the disciple of I, "Zendaya."