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

“Using a whisk as a weapon like this, you must be an old pervert who enjoys whipping while making love.


So, I wonder, at your age, can you still make your thing… up?”


As soon as she heard the words from Leng San, the high-born lady of the Deva Clan, Freya, held her temples and shook her head.


Qinglong Fei's face was twisted in an instant.


“Y... you!! Do you really call the thing that utters such filthy words a mouth?!”


The young man smiled… Back to the basic… At the end of the day, the young man's provocative skill always worked. A furious enemy would have more openings than a fully conscious enemy, especially for very experienced experts. No matter how furious an enemy would be, it worked well for Leng San.


Qinglong Fei whipped his whisk to create killing spears from its hair.
