183: Truth below the line

"Sir! Please keep quiet!" a timid voice rang out;

Chu Yuan lowered his head, glanced at the skinny girl, and casually brushed her aside.

Then, he looked at the young man on the high platform at the very front;

He was wearing a half-mask made of bone, revealing only his eyes and a gaunt chin, with long golden hair draped over his shoulders, shining like sunlight under the lights.

The young man held a thick book in his hands, seemingly having been in the middle of reciting something;

But at this moment, the gaze directed at Chu Yuan from behind the bone mask was filled with astonishment...

Chu Yuan pointed at him and smiled at Feng Zhao: "Bro thinks he is strategizing from a thousand miles away, executing Mortals while chatting and laughing;

feeling like some terrifying Devil King, handsome beyond measure..."

"Dikin... You really are here," Feng Zhao sighed;

The smile on Chu Yuan's Face turned cold: "Are we enemies now? You stray dog..."

Dikin Kachi slowly closed the book in his hands; he was very curious about how Chu Yuan had found him in such a short amount of time.

One had to know, his most proud ability was his concealment methods;

these methods had once made him invincible, daring even to provoke Commanders of the Zhenwu Bureau... Yet today, he had been dragged out the moment they met...

"Sir." Dikin paused, looking at the people filling the church: "They are just ordinary people; could you let them leave first?"

"Some people, while slaughtering without mercy, also do things they think are saving all living beings;

they often move themselves to tears, feeling they have such depth... This is my first time seeing a textbook idiot like you," Chu Yuan mocked again;

He noticed that everyone in the church was from a poor Family... One could tell from their clothing and demeanor;

they were all holding a bag of food, and on the high platform, behind Dikin, these bags were piled up...

Dikin's expression calmed down, and he did not show Life Qi because of Chu Yuan's words: "I am just seeking inner peace."

"That's great, I'll help you... Not just your heart, your body will also remain peaceful forever, the kind that never moves again."

Dikin didn't respond, instead speaking to the audience below: "Today's sermon is over, you may go home... These two adults from the Zhenwu Bureau are very kind, they will not make things difficult for you."

The crowd stirred slightly; soon, someone stood up and tentatively walked toward the door;

Chu Yuan and Feng Zhao did not stop them.

Thus, more people gained confidence and hurried past the two of them, leaving...

In the end, only a dozen or so children remained.

Their simple intelligence was not enough for them to discern what was happening; they only knew that these two bad people who had broken into the church... were going to bully their kind priest;

so they grabbed wooden sticks they had picked up from who knows where, gathered under the high platform, and stared fixedly at Chu Yuan and the other man;

like knights about to heroically sacrifice themselves...

"Children, leave." Dikin's voice was gentle, yet unquestionable;

the scene from the banquet hall earlier replayed; these children, as if possessed, dropped their weapons and walked toward the church door in a daze.

Watching the back of one child, Dikin said with compassion: "Little Bill's sister works in the factory of Young Miss Daisha's Family..."

Chu Yuan coldly interrupted him: "And then she was bullied? Or even died?

The culprit is that Daisha?

Perhaps not just her, but even her father is riddled with crimes?

Are you trying to say that everyone you killed is a sinner, and all have reasons that must be judged?"

This kind of thing was very cliché and completely unavoidable, which Chu Yuan had known for a long time;

in this background where force is respected, especially in the Western Continent... anyone who can make a fortune, one hundred percent, will not be a good person.

Unless someone is a high-level Martial Artist themselves, or has relatives who are high-level Martial Artists;

in that case, the Family might be relatively clean, because worldly wealth means nothing to a Martial Artist...

But the people Feng Zhao invited clearly did not meet such conditions... so Chu Yuan couldn't be bothered to care about their lives from the start.

If Dikin hadn't insisted on provoking him to his Face, but instead went somewhere else;

even if those people died miserably, it would have nothing to do with him... He wasn't here to uphold justice for everyone.

Stung by Chu Yuan's retort, Dikin fell silent again, then sighed: "Sir, you are truly very arrogant..."

"Me, arrogant?" Chu Yuan was almost amused: "Let's get this straight. Today is my first day on the job;

Old Feng arranged a welcome banquet for me, and then you barged in and slaughtered everyone...

What, did Old Feng invite guests just to make it easier for you to kill them with less effort?

Do I have to set aside my Face and the Face of the Zhenwu Bureau to play along with your vigilante game?"

Dikin said earnestly: "Why must you care about these formal, Face-related things?

People are suffering... Aren't these things more important?"

The corners of Chu Yuan's and Feng Zhao's mouths twitched simultaneously;

whether from a moral or righteous standpoint, they should agree with Dikin... but unfortunately, they are people of Great Qin and have no sense of belonging to the Western Continent...

"Can't reason with him, kill him!"

Seven-colored shimmering light seeped in, instantly illuminating the interior of the church as if it were heaven!

On the high platform, Dikin didn't make any moves, but thin, humanoid shapes were forced out of his body;

exposed under the seven-colored light, twisting and annihilating...

The long blade in Feng Zhao's hand flashed, forming a dense web of blades that enveloped Dikin!

He pressed his hand against the mask in his hand, and from his pupils, a ripple erupted, pushing against the erosion of the Glazed Void Domain, and imprinted itself onto the center of Feng Zhao's brow!

Feng Zhao's body paused for the briefest of moments, and thus a flaw appeared in the blade web...

A black-gray shadow stood up from behind him, its arm solidifying into a spike, ready to pierce Feng Zhao's heart!

But from the moment it solidified to the moment it raised its arm;

in this split second, this black-gray shadow had already been worn down to near transparency by the seven-colored light!

Dikin felt utterly powerless; this was absolute suppression of Soul-based techniques... Even he now regretted provoking Chu Yuan...

The blade web did not stop, piercing through Dikin's body as chunks of flesh fell;

the seven-colored light continued to sweep repeatedly through the church, and no further anomalies appeared.

"Is he dead?" Feng Zhao asked, sheathing his blade;

"Aren't you quite familiar with him? You should know better."

"... I... am not that familiar with him either."

Just as Chu Yuan was about to speak, he suddenly sensed a familiar aura erupting in the distance;

"Desolate Demon Secret Realm!"

His Divine Sense instantly shrouded the area, and he saw an old man holding a bag of food, sitting on the ground in a daze;

in the Void Realm, the last wisp of pale yellow mist was dissipating...

"... Old Feng, I think we shouldn't be so kind in the future; we'll be taken advantage of..."

"Hmm?" Feng Zhao was stunned;

but Chu Yuan was already rubbing his chin, looking at that pile of Dikin, thoughtful: "Without a Physical Body, the Soul can still move freely... Isn't this just a strange occurrence..."