Chapter 1371
Han Sen thought it best to take refuge in Hidden Valley, but another thirty miles of travel was no small distance with his life in perpetual danger .
He stumbled again, and acknowledging he was going to fail the latest dodge, he summoned his Bulwark Umbrella for a defense . The umbrella clashed against the spear and repelled it, but it was not without cost . The sound it made was terrible, and the umbrella sounded as if it was on the precipice of shattering .
With the force of that strike, Han Sen and the umbrella were blasted away . But it was the perfect opportunity for Han Sen to gain even more distance on his pursuer, once again .
Although Han Sen was bleeding quite a bit, he was in a good mood right now . He had regretfully made use of the umbrella, half-expecting it to break, but it had survived . He thought maybe his Dongxuan Sutra or Black Crystal had reinforced it and made it stronger than it should have been .
With the umbrella's support, Han Sen felt a lot more confident in the prospect of remaining airborne for the rest of his flight to Hidden Valley .
Nan Litian wasn't so willing to let Han Sen go, though . He shot up into the sky, swiping, slashing, and reaching with his spear . He was completely out of control, and his thirst for Han Sen's blood was monstrous .
Han Sen used his umbrella to block an attack he wouldn't be able to evade . It was a success, but the force sent him downwards, spiraling into the rocky ground below . Cast across the coarse stones, his body was thrust between two large rocks and became wedged . A neighboring boulder was disturbed and began to roll, crushing Han Sen's hand into a bloody mess as it went .
Before Han Sen could drag himself out of the stony landslide, the man and his spear were on him again .
Han Sen was in the direst of situations, and the worst thing about it was that he had no idea who this nemesis was . He couldn't fathom a reason why Nan Litian would come after him . He had done nothing to warrant this attack .
If he was from Angel Gene's Zhao family, it might make sense, but it was unlikely . They had a thirst for fame and renown, and nobody knew who Nan Litian was . Furthermore, people of the Zhao family seemed to revel in pumping gallons of genetics-mutating serums into their veins before getting into a fight . This man had done no such thing .
It couldn't have been the man from Iron-Fist Martial Hall, either . Han Sen had just fought against Jia Shidao, and he was nowhere near as powerful as this man who hounded him .
"Stop! Are you from Blood Legion? I am a good friend of God's Retribution!" Han Sen settled on the thought he was someone from Blood Legion . With his hazy ties to them, he thought it best if he played on that association .
Hearing this name, Nan Litian suddenly stopped still, as if a switch had been flicked and he was paused .
As a torrent of relief washed over Han Sen, Nan Litian suddenly said, "Of course . Of course you traitors are good friends!"
That wave of relief suddenly rolled back . Then the man exerted even more strength and speed into the spears set to skewer Han Sen .
Getting himself free, Han Sen rolled and evaded the attack . Han Sen regretted mentioning God's Retribution, and he knew now he had made things worse . But it had at least cleared one thing up for Han Sen; it proved to him that Nan Litian probably was a member of Blood Legion .
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