As soon as Leng San woke up in the middle of an unknown forest, he became stupefied. His grandfather, his Leng Clan, and the clan’s enemy, the Asuras, that were fighting against each other were all gone. Moreover, once he circulated qi in his body, he found that his qi was decreased to the first level of the violet stage, which was the lowest level! At the moment, Leng San was no different from an ordinary boy. without qi, he was extremely in despair.



As Leng San was the only hope of the Leng Clan, his grandfather had to send him through time to 1,500 years in the future, in order to completely escape from the pursuing of the Asuras. If the grandfather did not decrease Leng San’s qi to the lowest level, he might not be able to time travel and eventually get killed.



Leng San must practice his skills to be stronger, to eradicate the Asuras and restore Leng Clan again. A new life awaited for Leng San at the end of the tunnel, he must do this!

Leng San: the Divine Draconic Demon

“H...hey!! What the hell happened!? The core disciple just missed his punch, sat down on his knees, and pitifully surrendered!?”


“Am I missing out on something!? This is wrecking my brain!!”


“What did that guest of honor do? After he evaded the punch, he whispered something into the core disciple’s ear. Or was he threatening the disciple with his influence!?”


“That’s it!! I saw it too. I think you’re right. That boy must’ve used some dirty trick or else that core disciple wouldn’t end up shaking like that.”


The audiences were now speculating that Leng San had threatened the core disciple as no one felt the killing intent.


Even the referee or the elder of the Nightfall Sect who stood only tens of steps away from Leng San did not sense the strange atmosphere that originated from Leng San due to it being extremely short-lived.


Foul Play?