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

Leng San smiled under the fox mask before speaking briefly.


“Strip them all!! And hang them on the city wall!!”


Wei Du nodded his head in response... before commanding through the Controlling Lightning Wave. Only an expert of the orange stage, or greater, who had a very strong mind, could resist the power of Wei Du's control, which was hidden with the Will of Lightning. So, there was no need to mention these low-level sect disciples.


The twenty Azure Dragon Sect disciples stripped themselves in front of the madame and the young women of the brothel. They were following the order like puppets!! Their faces were all still as if they were unaware of what they were doing.


This greatly shocked the young women who saw it. Many of them let out a scream. Only one person, who was trembling with goosebumps all over his body, was Fat Man, the only remaining disciple of the group!!


The Masks of Justice (2)