Prime Originator

In the Battle God Palace's historical records, the Shaman King's power was said to be formless without attributes—not like the earthen manipulation the group leader witnessed.

Even so, it was not surprising if the Shaman King's Successor was this powerful. After all, not many can contest the Shaman King's inherited power.

However, if the Divine Doctor was not the Shaman King's Successor, that would make the Divine Doctor even more terrifying.

After all, Shaman King's Successors were destined to die upon the Eternal Night Secret Realm opening, but the Divine Doctor would not if it was his own ability.

In that case, the Divine Doctor would be someone they must never stray onto the bad side of.

As the group leader thought to this point, he calmly raised his hand and prevented the rest of the Battle God Palace group from making any further move—not that they would.

Leon's intimidation was effective to some degree.

"If we talk, will the Divine Doctor treat our young master?" the group leader asked.

"Well, that would depend on what I learn about your young master's situation in the Battle God Palace," Leon casually responded.

The group leader frowned and said, "Divine Doctor is not being fair."

"Being fair?" Leon repeated with a look of ridiculous before he said, "When you are asking for someone's help, it's basic courtesy to show some sincerity."

The group leader fell silent for some time.

After a while, the group leader sighed before he said, "There isn't any internal conflict within the Battle God Palace—at least to my knowledge. We were just as surprised to learn that the young master is poisoned."

"Who is your young master? Start from there," Leon directed.

"Fine," the group leader nodded and introduced, "Our young master is the youngest son of Third Lord Rholthos, a descendant of the Battle God, which also makes our young master a descendant of the Battle God."

"However, our young master's bloodline is the purest the Battle God Palace has seen in the past few hundred years, making him naturally gifted in cultivation with high hopes of becoming the next Battle God."

"Our young master has always been easy-going and very approachable, allowing him to get along with everyone in the Battle God Palace. As such, it does not make sense for anyone to want to hurt our young master."

"A jealous heart, perhaps? Jealousy can make a person go to extreme lengths," Leon made an assumption before offering an alternative idea, "Or the work of a demon. But with the security of the Battle God Palace, I doubt any demon can infiltrate your territory unnoticed."

Leon gave a nonchalant shrug at the end before he further added, "Or it could be the work of a jealous heart that sought the assistance of a demon."

"However, the demon would not need to resort to poison. I'm sure the demons have multiple methods to make a person demonized—but of course, the person chose poison to his traces of ever seeking the demon's help."

"The Divine Doctor has a rich imagination, but disciples of the Battle God Palace will never betray the Battle God and turn to demons for help. It hasn't been in the past, it hasn't been now, and it certainly won't be in the future," the group leader stated firmly.

Shortly after, the group leader said, "Now that the Divine Doctor has learned of our young master's identity, can you help him? Divine Doctor only stands to gain for helping our young master. After all, he is someone destined for greatness."

"Destined for greatness, huh? That is only under the condition he doesn't fall early," Leon stated before saying, "Nevertheless, I like such odds, so you can rest easy for I will treat your young master. I planned to save him anyway."

"Huh?"

The group leader and Extremity-rank Battle Master all furrowed their brows with a doubtful look before the group leader asked, "Then why go through all the trouble of talking? I don't understand you, Divine Doctor."

"If I didn't say what I said, how else was I going to learn about the Battle God Palace's situation, a force that is supposedly almighty and free from mundane matters?" Leon shrugged.

He had discovered something on the young boy's body that made him have some doubts. However, he can only confirm it after he clears the dark poison from the boy's bloodstream.

"I will begin now. Step back and don't disturb me," Leon instructed as he stood at the side of the unconscious young boy and reached out his hand.

"Understood, Divine Doctor." The group leader nodded and stepped back.

However, he had a puzzled look and could not help but ask, "Are you performing an in-depth diagnosis now to come up with a treatment plan for the poison?"

"I'm already done with my diagnosis. I am going to carry out the treatment right now."

"Huh?"

The Extremity-rank Battle Masters was immediately stunned.

The doubts in their hearts grew as they already found it strange that the Divine Doctor could learn about the poisoning without any contact.

But now, he was going to perform the treatment right away?

"Don't you mean to make preparations for the treatment, Divine Doctor? You know, like prepare the medicine or something?" the group leader queried doubtfully, beginning to suspect that the whole Divine Doctor thing was just a hoax.

"If it can be treated with my divine ability, why should I rely on medicine?" Leon questioned with a shake of his head before he calmly stated, "Medicine is limited, but my power is limitless."

The group leader opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Shortly after Leon was no longer bothered by the Extremity-rank Battle Masters of the Battle God Palace, he began to remove the dark poison from the young boy's bloodstream directly with Nihility Law.

Within minutes, the dark poison was quickly cleared, reduced to nothingness, before the young boy's bloodline was free for Leon to observe.

'This…'

Ignoring the fact that the Battle God's bloodline carried traces of other beast bloodlines, there was a trace of familial intimacy in the young boy's blood that resonates with his own.

'As I suspected, this person is related to me in some way…' Leon narrowed his eyes in silent contemplation, 'Who is he, really? A distant cousin?'