Chapter 318: Section 106: Cold Sky Splitter
“Divine Son! Divine Son!” cheers filled the entire underwater hall.
The appearance of a Divine Bloodline was no small matter,
for it meant that the owner of the bloodline possessed the potential to become a deity.
Once a new god ascended, the entire world’s pattern would be influenced. Not to mention the distant, look at the Pirate Throne—it was enough. The universally acknowledged strongest nation, the Holy Bright Empire, also had to pay attention to the Pirate Throne, worrying about the colossal interference of the God of Pirates.
Of course, there was a science to Divine Bloodlines, with their specific value largely depending on the bloodline concentration.
There were distinctions between Divine Sons.
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If the concentration of the Divine Bloodline was low, the achievements of a Divine Son would also be very limited.
If the concentration was sufficient, without resources, growth wouldn’t be possible.
Among the Human Race, there were quite a few Divine Sons, and the competition between them was extremely fierce.
The Fishman Clan’s potential was incomparable to that of the Human Race. Among humans, Divine Sons competed intensely for resources, but in the Fishman Clan, even the Magic System was rare, let alone Divine Bloodlines.
Therefore, once a Fishman with a Divine Bloodline appeared, it would attract extreme attention. This was also why Mei Lan, as a High Priest of the Holy Domain, was willing to sacrifice herself to aid the Fishman youth.
“Currently, the Blood Core stores a bloodline concentration of 38% from Shark Qing, which is 3% more than the Legendary Bloodline of the King of Flame Dragon,” the youth secretly investigated.
Holy Water was extremely effective.
The current situation exceeded his expectations.
Although he had exerted all his effort to keep the Blood Core hidden, he knew very well that he was still not out of danger, and rigorous verification was sure to follow.
Honestly, he regretted it.
If he had known this would be the outcome, he wouldn’t have boldly tried.
Although a Divine Bloodline was favorable, possessing the Blood Core meant the youth had a vast potential future; there was no need for such risky behavior.
Identities like the Scalping Tribe, Ya Bai; these identities would not withstand verification. They were merely hasty claims made by the Fishman youth, easily seen through.
Of course, he could also falsely claim that he was disguising himself, not wanting to reveal his true identity to others.
But one must have some origin.
Sadly, the youth had none.
Should there be an actual investigation, Fishmen would realize that the owner of this Divine Bloodline had appeared out of nowhere.
He had no hometown, and even if he were a wanderer, he surely would have had a journey, a path traveled, experiences along the way.
Where one treads, traces remain.
But he had none.
Because he hadn’t traveled anywhere.
He was susceptible to verification.
Since the Divine Son had been identified, the Fishmen would undoubtedly spare no effort to cultivate him. Beforehand, verification was inevitable, and it would certainly be very strict.
If the verification failed and the youth invariably couldn’t clarify, what then?
Awaiting the youth would be either a prison or a slaughterhouse!
“Do the six Pearl Bubbles on me suffice to protect me, to withstand the detection of Divine Arts and Spells?”
Worry inevitably arose in the youth’s heart.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to bring more; this was already the limit.
With only ten Pearl Bubbles remaining, six were on the youth, and the rest were allotted to the Deep Sea Monster Fish.
The verification of the youth’s identity and origin would be lengthy and frequent, and they wouldn’t rest without results.
Six Pearl Bubbles definitely wouldn’t hold up.
The key question was how many waves of Divine Arts and Spells they could withstand, which also related to how long the youth could hide in Mei Lan’s Main Temple.
In the midst of many eager, frenzied, reverent, and curious gazes, the youth slowly emerged from the Holy Water pool.
Mei Lan, the High Priest, smiled as she immediately put her arm around the youth’s shoulder and without much ado, performed a probing Divine Art.
The Pearl Bubble began to take effect.
“What incredible Recovery Power, it’s hard to tell that you’ve just undergone the wash of the Holy Water.”
Mei Lan, the High Priest, eyes gleamed, “Newborn Divine Son, may I ask for your name?”
The Fishman youth felt a headache coming on—he couldn’t find a credible identity on short notice and could only answer, “My name is Ya Bai, from the Scalping Tribe.”
“The Scalping Tribe, where is that?” Mei Lan, the High Priest, asked again.
The Fishman youth had no choice but to tough it out and continue his lie.
After a few exchanges, he began to feel overwhelmed.
Yet, Mei Lan, the High Priest, was far from satisfied and seemed keen on stripping him of all his information. But just then, a Mutation suddenly occurred.
With a swoosh, half a claw appeared out of nowhere.
Then, the claw ripped up and down, pulled left and right, tearing open a spatial channel directly.
This temporary spatial channel was very unstable, filled with violent currents in the pitch-dark corridor.
But there was one figure, solid as a rock, taking firm steps, walking out from the channel.
“Oh? Quite a lot of Fishmen here. It seems like an important place in the temple,” said the speaker as he fully entered the Holy Water hall. He was a Barbarian, tall and imposing.
He wore a crow mask, covering the upper half of his face, the eyes that were showing were extremely sharp; his beard was grizzled and his temples frosted. His black hair was tied into a high ponytail.
His aura was extremely powerful — Legendary!
His right hand was empty, but his left hand wore a claw glove, which had torn the space. Astonishingly, the claw glove was also of Legendary level!
“Cold Sky Splitter, the Legendary Barbarian, Zhao Ya!” Mei Lan, the High Priest, spoke with difficulty, her face ashen.
“Correct, it is indeed I,” Zhao Ya nodded, “to die by my hand is also an honor for you.”
As soon as his words fell, he made his move!
Combat Skill—Frost Palm!
He struck out with his right palm, the movement leisurely yet slow.
Yet, as he moved, a fierce cold wind suddenly blew through the entire hall.
The cold wind swept up the seawater, instantly freezing it.
The Fishmen inside the hall didn’t even have time to react before they were encased in huge blocks of ice, their fish faces filled with shock and terror.
Mei Lan, the High Priest, used all her strength to resist; she maintained the Holy Domain, which also protected the Fishman youth.
But soon, ice started to form inside her Holy Domain, and frost began to touch the High Priest’s eyebrows as well.
Cold, cold, cold!
An icy chill enveloped the whole body of the Fishman youth.
He was in his Shark Green Fishman form, usually very adaptable to cold seawater, but in this chill, he found himself unable to withstand it.
For this coldness was not limited to materials and elements; it had begun to ascend into concepts.
Once the concept of frost was completely extracted, it would signify Zhao Ya’s advance to the Divine Level.
“No wonder he is a famously Legendary warrior, I can’t hold on any longer!” Mei Lan, the High Priest, said with a bitter smile to the Fishman youth, “It’s such a pity, we just witnessed the emergence of the Divine Son, the revival of our sect was in sight…”
Because she had just exerted her full power to aid the Fishman youth, Mei Lan, the High Priest’s condition was weakened. Now facing a Legendary-level enemy, she could only hold on for a few more moments.
“I didn’t expect that there was a Legendary hiding on the Barbarian’s ship. This is a desperate situation!” despair rose in the Fishman youth’s heart.
He couldn’t find any means to escape.
Though he could transform into his Shark Green Fishman form and thereby utilize his Silver Fighting Energy for the first time officially.
But compared to the formidable Zhao Ya in front of him, he was far too weak.