Rise of The Demon General

"NOOOOO…..!!!" Wei Sui wailed hysterically.

Amon released his grip and Wei Lhosa's headless body fell limply to the ground.

"NOOO….! NOOOO….!!" Wei Sui continued to scream as if losing her mind.

Wei Linkun's face was as ugly as it could be. The Lin brat had completely ignored his plead and warning. Executing a prominent member of his clan in such a humiliating way in front of everyone. He had utterly crushed the Wei clan's dignity. The sound of his gritting teeth was so loud that everyone in that room could hear it despite Wei Sui's wailing.

But he quickly controlled himself. He took a deep breath and said to Wei Sui, "Calm yourself. We will definitely take our revenge. There is no… Wait! Stop…!"

He didn't finish his sentence because, at the time, Wei Sui had dashed out of the viewing platform. She couldn't fly, but her cultivation allowed her to glide. She zoomed past above the audience and headed straight towards the arena.

After Wei Lhosa died. The deathmatch ended, so Pai Kuan opened the confining energy field around the arena. Once he did that, Wei Sui immediately jumped out and rushed to Amon.

Amon saw the incoming Wei Sui. But instead of worrying, he simply stood there with his arms folded. The grin on his face never disappear.

When Wei Sui almost reach him, she threw a claw that was filled with cold energy. But before this claw reached Amon, another hand arrived and caught her wrist. The cold energy on her claw vanished as if falling into a deep sea.

It was Pai Kuan who came to interfere. Wei Sui could not move an inch.

"Missus Wei, please refrain yourself," Pai Kuan said.

"MOVE ASIDE!" Wei Sui bellowed.

Pai Kuan frowned. Did this woman lose her mind?

Wei LinKun had arrived as well. He hurriedly commanded, "Wei Sui! Stop this! Come here!"

But Wei Sui was too hysterical. "I SAID MOVE ASIDEEE…!!!" Wei Sui screamed as her other hand clawed at Pai Kuan.

Pai Kuan was surprised. How dare this woman attacked an elder of the White Cloud Sect on their turf? Violent energy exploded out of Pai Kuan. Wei Sui was thrown away as if a kite with a severed string being blown away by a strong gust of wind.

Wei Linkun hurriedly flew up and caught her body. She was vomiting blood due to the force exerted by Pai Kuan. They landed back safely on the ground. Wei Linkun transferred his aether into her body to help stabilize the turmoil energy inside her.

At the same time, he said to Pai Kuan, "Thank you, elder Pai Kuan, for sparing her life."

Wei Sui's face was pale. She was unable to move or speak. Yet her eyes continued to stare at Amon with hatred.

"Tsk," Amon uttered disappointingly. He turned around and moved away.

Pai Kuan who heard it looked at Amon, who was now walking away. 'Was he trying to kill with a borrowed knife?' Pai Kuan thought. He again felt the chill on his back.

"Elder Pai Kuan, please excuse us. I will take her back to our clan. I apologize again for what she had done," Wei Linkun said.

Pai Kuan simply waved his hand, indicating for them to go. Wei Linkun hurriedly carried Wei Sui and go. In his mind, they had dodged the bullet. But he doubted the White Cloud Sect would simply let this go. They might need to send an official representative for another apology. He gave Amon one last glance before leaving. Amon had walked away without even giving them any attention. The fire of rage burnt strongly in his heart. Wei Linkun swore he would get his pound of flesh from that kid.

Amon took a seat amongst the other finalist. He ate a recovery pill before focusing on meditation to heal his wound. The others now saw him in a different light. After the fight just now, no one was going to question his ability. Not to mention his ruthlessness. The way he executed the helpless Wei Lhosa was not something anyone of their age could carry out.

After Wei Linkun's people took away Wei Lhosa's corpse, Pai Kuan took center stage. His enhanced voice boomed, "Thank you everyone for having watched this White Cloud Tournament. As any of you who have spectated the last tournament should know, this tournament is only shown to the public until the semifinal. The final round will be held privately. Thanks again for having come, we will see you again in the next tournament."

Some of the spectators showed disappointed expressions. Those should be the ones that came to watch this tournament for the first time. However, no one dared to utter a protest. White Cloud Sect's standing in the city was unquestionable.

Pai Kuan ignored the crowd and flew towards where the fifty finalists were sitting. "Come with me," he said.

The finalists stood up and followed after Pai Kuan. Amon stood up reluctantly, his stomach was still reeling. The damage from Wei Lhosa's punch was not light. He walked at the back of the group that was following Pai Kuan.

Pai Kuan took them to a closed hall. Inside there, five staff in White Cloud uniforms were already waiting. Each of them carried a basket.

"Arrange yourself into five lines, please," Pai Kuan announced.

The fifty youths shuffled themselves. Haphazardly at first, until they got a semblance of order and formed five lines. Amon stood in his place, waiting until everyone finished getting into line, before going to the one that was one person short.

The five staff then came to each of the lines. They asked some questions to the first youth in line, before giving them something to touch. Afterward, they went to the youth behind and did the same thing. Amon was at the back of the line, so he waited for a while before the staff arrived at his place.

When it was Amon's turn, the staff asked him his name and affiliation.

"Lin Mo, Lin clan," Amon replied.

The staff then gave Amon a small plate with runic letters on it. Amon sensed aether from the plate. The runic letters were a word of power. When Amon touched the plate, he felt the aether in his body interacting with the plate. The plate also glowed. After a while, the glow died down. The staff took the plate back.

After all five staff returned to Pai Kuan's side, he said, "those were a plate that records your unique energy signature. That will make sure that only you will be allowed entry on the day of the final. You can go back to your home or your clan. Heal yourselves and be prepared. Come back here again after ten days. The final round will be held then."

When it seemed that Pai Kuan wasn't going to talk further, one of the finalists asked, "What kind of tournament is this final? Is it a duel fight again?"

Pai Kuan looked at the youth. He turned to one of the staff, who showed him a plate.

"Lin Cang from Lin clan," Pai Kuan read.

Lin Cang became anxious when his name was called. Were they not allowed to ask?

"Your Lin clan had participated in this final before. You can go back and ask the senior in your clan. As for those who are unaffiliated. You will have to wait until the day of the final before we explain the final to you… Oh, one more thing for the unaffiliated. You are welcome to stay here. Since you have managed to become finalists, you have the chance to join our sect if you are interested. You can let the staff knows if so. However, whether you will be accepted or not will be decided after the final. That's all. All of you are dismissed."

Pai Kuan then walked out of the room. He threw Amon a quick glance when he passed Amon by, only to be surprised to see Amon was staring at him as well. He didn't stop though, he continued walking at his pace and went out of the room.

Most of the youths were still unsure about the final, so they bombarded the staff with questions. Amon decided to just leave, but someone called after him.

"Brother Lin Mo!"

Amon turned and saw Xin Wuming coming to him.

"I know you will become one of the finalists. Your fight is amazing. I truly admire you, brother Lin Mo," Xin Wuming said.

"You managed to become one as well," Amon said. "Is there anything else you need?"

"I just want to say. If I have to face you in the final, please give me some slack."

"I won't," Amon replied curtly. "If you are unsure, just surrender. Furthermore, I don't think the final is something as simple as we dueling against each other."

"You think so?" Xin Wuming asked. He was not bothered by Amon's rudeness.

"Doesn't matter. We will find out ten days from now," Amon said then turned around and left.