In the world of Aetheria, there is one name that is feared by all. Yet, he is known more for his title, the Demon General. Whether it’s Gods or Demons, no beings dare to oppose his authority. He ruled Aetheria with an iron hand. Cities are destroyed on his whim. Countries are razed at his displeasure. This is the tale of his rise to power. This is the tale of his rise to Godhood. This is the tale of the rise of the Demon General.
The whole hall went silent. Even the men who were merrily raping Jie Mei stopped and turned their attention to the arena.
Luan Xuan jumped from the podium above and landed before Luan Fo's corpse. He looked at the corpse for a long time before he turned to Amon.
"You use poison?" He asked.
"I don't remember anyone explaining any rules about not using poison," Amon replied.
"Poison Claw… I only know that it is an art from the White Cloud Sect. I see… you are from the same city as that sect. But even there, not many people practice it. Poison is, after all, not a respectable skill."
"It's funny hearing you people care about respect," Amon said. He glanced at Jie Mei.