"This is bad." Hongjun's original self's expression changed at once as he sensed the threat of death.
The situation was probably far from favorable, every bit as dire as when Lin Tian had slain Luo Hou back then, if not worse. If he did not reach the scene as soon as possible, the Twelve Ancestral Witches would be in danger.
He made a snap decision, lightly bit the tip of his tongue, and burned a drop of essence blood to boost his speed.
After all, he had fought Lin Tian before and already had ample experience. With the burst of speed from that drop of essence blood and his connection to his own avatar, he finally arrived in time and stood in Lin Tian's path!
"Fellow Daoist, spare them!" Hongjun shouted urgently the moment he appeared. "Stay your hand!"
"Hongjun, I have already suppressed your avatar. Does your original self wish to fight me as well?" Lin Tian asked coldly.
The muscles in Hongjun's face twitched several times, and his heart ached faintly. Losing a drop of essence blood to save the Twelve Ancestral Witches was already a steep price. Had their importance not been second only to the Three Pure Ones, he truly would not have wanted to clash with Lin Tian like this.
"You misunderstand, fellow Daoist. Like the Three Pure Ones, the Twelve Ancestral Witches are descendants of the great god Pan Gu. They all possess great destiny. You absolutely must not kill them!" Hongjun hurriedly explained, trying to defuse Lin Tian's murderous intent.
"I could go to Mount Kunlun to kill the Three Pure Ones back then, yet today I cannot kill the Twelve Ancestral Witches on Mount Buzhou?" Lin Tian asked icily.
"Of course that is not what I mean. But you are already a