There was no doubt that the man had discovered him. There was no need for Han Sen to hide anymore. He stood up from the watery grass, his armor dripping with water.
"Friend, what are you talking about? I don't know," Han Sen said, looking at the man.
"Human?"
When the man saw Han Sen, he looked surprised. He hadn't expected a human to be there.
"We are of the same race. My name is Han Sen. What is your name, friend?" Han Sen wanted to get some information out of this mysterious man.
The man's face looked cold, and he said, "I have never been friends with humans. We are not of the same race."
"You make it sound like you aren't human," Han Sen said, looking at the man.
The man coldly said, "Don't confuse me with you lowly races. I originally wanted to spare your life, but unfortunately, you talk too much nonsense."
After that, the man threw a punch at Han Sen. He was going to kill him.
Han Sen didn't expect the man to attack him like that. And he didn't expect the man to say he wasn't human.
But Han Sen could feel the man's presence, and he couldn't be wrong.
Han Sen didn't have time to think, though. The man threw a punch, and his body was terrifyingly strong. His fist whistled through the air, and it was right in front of Han Sen.
Han Sen's eyes flashed red. He had already opened his ninth gene lock with the Blood-Pulse Sutra, and he threw a punch that looked like it was dripping blood.
Pang!
Han Sen felt as if his fist had hit a speeding train. He couldn't help but fall back. His feet kicked the ground, but he couldn't stop himself.
Han Sen slid across the ground for a few hundred meters before he came to a stop. His legs left two deep trenches in the ground, and Han Sen slid a few hundred meters before coming to a stop.
The bones in his fist were broken, and the bones in his arm were broken.
"That's so strong!"
Han Sen looked at the man in shock. The man's punch did not contain any elemental powers. It was a punch that relied purely on the strength of his body. It was hard to imagine how strong it was.
"Huh? Blood-Pulse Sutra? Are you a member of Blood Legion?" the man asked, sounding surprised.
"You are?"
He had heard the man say he was a member of the Blueblood Special Forces. How did he become a member of Blood Legion?
The man smiled and said, "It's normal that you don't know who I am. I don't think there are any real members in Blood Legion anymore.
But if you practice the Blood-Pulse Sutra, you must be a true member. Even if you haven't seen a real member, you must have read about the Thirteen Saints.
I am God's Retribution. "
After that, the man frowned and said, "Which family are you from? Why is the Blood-Pulse Sutra so weak?"
Han Sen's mind flashed with a thousand ideas, but he decided to take a gamble. He said, "I am a student of Qin Huaizhen. Before he died, he took me in as a student. He taught me the Blood-Pulse Sutra. I don't know much about the religion."
"Qin Huaizhen?"
The man frowned, and after a while, he said, "So you are from the Qin family. Has the Qin family fallen so far?
They have an outsider student, and one who practices the Blood-Pulse Sutra. "
Han Sen didn't speak. He just looked at the man. He didn't know anything about Blood Legion, and he didn't want to say anything.
The man thought for a moment, and then said, "It is difficult to find someone who can practice the Blood-Pulse Sutra. It is not easy for the Qin family to find someone like that. Since you have accepted the Qin family's legacy, you can still inherit the title of a member. But your blood is still too weak, so you can't claim the title.
Fortunately, there is a sanctuary. You can pass it on for a few more generations, and when your children turn blue, you can claim the title. "
Han Sen was very excited. The man had only said a few words, but he understood a lot.
The Blood-Pulse Sutra was a top-class skill that strengthened one's genes. Each generation would make the next generation stronger.
The heir of the Xuan Men once said that the real members of the Blood God Church were very scary. They had been there since ancient times, and they were stronger than ordinary humans.
The man who called himself a member of God's Retribution said that when the Blood-Pulse Sutra was passed on for a long time, the blood would turn blue. That meant the blue-blooded people were the inheritors of the Blood Legion.
This kind of ancient cultivation method that required bloodline and time as a means of inheritance was not something that could be casually cultivated. Even if it was cultivated successfully, the power that could be exerted would not be too strong.
The best thing about the Blood-Pulse Sutra was that it could pass on one's power and genes to another. If a member of the Blood-Pulse Sutra was passed on for a long time, their power would be unimaginable.
This was why Han Sen's Blood-Pulse Sutra had opened nine gene locks, but he was not much stronger than a super creature with nine gene locks open.
That wasn't the strength of the Blood-Pulse Sutra. People like God's Retribution were the real elites of the Blood-Pulse Sutra. They were scary beings that had been passed down for many generations.
Han Sen thought to himself, "If the thirteen members of the Blood-Pulse Sutra are the thirteen inheritors of the Blood-Pulse Sutra, then Han Jingzhi must be one of them.
He is a blue-blooded person. "
Baby Ghost said that Han Jingzhi had been kidnapped to join the Blood Legion. If he really was a member of the Blood Legion, why would anyone kidnap him?
And who would dare kidnap him?
The Qin family was also a member of the Blood-Pulse Sutra, so why was their blood red instead of blue?
Han Sen's mind was filled with questions, and they made him even more confused.
But there was one thing that Han Sen was sure of. If Han Jingzhi really was a member of the Blood-Pulse Sutra, then he couldn't be Han Sen's great-grandfather.
Even if no one in the family practiced the Blood-Pulse Sutra after Han Jingzhi's death, the genes of the Blood-Pulse Sutra would still be passed on for a few more generations.
According to logic, if he was in Han Sen's area, he should have been able to inherit some blue blood.
Even if Han Sen didn't inherit it, his father should have inherited it.
But Han Sen knew he and his father were both red-blooded, and they had nothing to do with blue-blooded blood. There was no way he was a member of the Blood-Pulse Sutra.
The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. If the Han family had nothing to do with Han Jinzhi, how could they have passed down the Nine-Life Cat, the relic of Blood Legion?
That was too strange.
The man did not know what was going on inside Han Sen's head, so he just said, "Fine. I'll give the two Aqua Fruits to the King and Saints."
After that, the man turned around and left.