The number of battles the Patriarch of the Holy Creek Sect had been in was difficult to even estimate. He had fought and killed more people than most mortals ever met in their lifetime. Because of this, he had ended up forging an intuition for battle that could only come with experience. And the very moment he launched his attack, his intuition began screaming like never before; warning him of the danger he was unaware of.
His rational mind worked tirelessly to decipher what his intuition was telling him, but no matter how hard he tried, he failed to find a source of danger. The cripple was just standing there, back turned towards him, his right-hand elbow deep in a corpse. In that position, there was no way for him to make a sudden counterattack that could threaten his life. So why was it that his intuition was being so unruly?
