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.
When Yang Li was about to decline, Amon said, "If you can win against him, I will spar with you."
"… If I win against him. We will fight for real in the arena," Yang Li said.
"Very well," Amon replied.
"All right. Let's do this then," Yang Li readied her stance.
Xin Wuming took his position. Amon moved back and served as the referee.
"Begin," Amon said.
The two lunged upon the signal. Xin Wuming's punch clashed with Yang Li's palm. The collision resulted in a large sound. The two rebounded. Both were equal in strength. In this one and a half year, Yang Li had caught up to Xin Wuming's cultivation level. She was at the Peak Strength Stage.