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

“Is it true that the people who took the action were foreigners?” One of the ten elders, Thian Ai-an, who had been promoted from an instructor to an elder, was currently watching over the sect during Yun Kehai and Han Wuming's absence. He asked with a slightly puzzled expression.


“That's right, Elder Thian. I can confirm that. The two masked men also insulted our Leader Leng San of the Azure Dragon Sect.


Only this matter that I cannot accept. Even though I am somewhat confident in my skills, I am just a core disciple. Me going out to fight them will be no different from quarreling with foreigners. It will only damage the reputation of the Azure Dragon Sect. But if the elder takes action, the matter might be solved.


The morale of outer disciples and inner disciples was destroyed last night until no one dares to leave the sect now,” Wu Yan was highly cunning. He had a thousand and one reasons to convince the elders.


The Masks of Justice (3)