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

“What a disgrace!! You piece of shit!!”


As Wang Biao was crawling with two hands and two feet. Tao Mu scowled and flicked his foot at Wang Biao’s chin!! Wang Biao flew out of the training ground and lost his consciousness immediately.


Tao Mu was shaking from burning rage. His two followers brought disgrace upon the Shadow Demon Sect. The man glared at Leng San.


“Brilliant, Young Master Leng!! It is my sect’s fault for allowing two pieces of shit to participate in the match!!”


“Brother Mu, you’ve gone too far. They weren’t weak at all,” Leng San grinned.


“Ohhhh, Young Master Leng, you’re saying that you’re just too strong, am I correct?”


“Correct!! Brother Tao, how many eggs do you think it would take to create a crack in an ancient stone? Well, you’re just an egg that is a bit larger than the first two eggs.”


Tao Mu’s expression grew grim from being taunted.


“You’re quite the prodigy when it comes to taunting other people!! Congratulations!! You’ve succeeded!!”


Power of the Dragon (3)