Faced with the Twelve Ancestral Witches, whose killing intent soared into the sky as they glared hostilely at the two brothers, Jieyin and Zhunti flushed crimson, not daring to utter a word.
There was no helping it. No matter how they looked at it, their strength was no match for the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
Stepping forward now would simply be asking for a beating.
Forget it, forget it. I won't stoop to arguing with this pack of brutes.
After comforting himself inwardly, Jieyin vanished from Mount Buzhou in a flash of light from the Merit Golden Lotus beneath him.
He had made a clean getaway.
Although Zhunti did not want to leave, seeing that Jieyin had already fled, he could only slink away too.
Even together, the two brothers were no match for the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Staying here alone would truly be like an old god of longevity swallowing arsenic-tired of living!
"They just left like that?"
In the void nearby, Fuxi, who had been thoroughly enjoying the spectacle, froze at the sight.
He had thought Jieyin and Zhunti would exchange blows with the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
After all, the two had put on such lofty airs earlier, leaving all those mighty figures utterly hoodwinked. They had really believed Jieyin and Zhunti had comprehended some great Dao and undergone a profound change of heart.
Who would have thought they were still exactly the same, instantly turning cowardly the moment they encountered a tough opponent?
"What, fellow Daoist? Did you really think Jieyin and Zhunti would fight the Twelve Ancestral Witches?"
Just then, Daochen's voice suddenly rang out.
"Why shouldn't they? Even if they were no match, the Twelve Ancestral Witches wouldn't dare kill disciples of a Sage. They would only suffer a beating. Surely that would be better than