Chapter 944: Pure Yang Daoist

"Are you his boss? How do you manage your own employees? Do you let him just go around hitting on other people's girlfriends?" the man said, fuming with rage.

"I'm sorry, let me look into the situation first." Chen Yu was caught between laughter and tears; he demanded angrily, "A Fu, what is going on here?"

"Nothing's going on. I just saw this young lady sitting by herself, so I went to chat with her about life. We got really into the conversation, and then her boyfriend got jealous," A Fu said with an innocent look on his face.

"Shut your damn mouth! Do you believe I'll beat you to death if you say one more word?" The man was furious; people like A Fu were typical of those who took advantage and then played the victim.

"Speak properly, don't resort to violence." Chen Yu was speechless and could only try to mediate.

Just as Chen Yu was at the security office, a Daoist priest walked into the shopping mall.

This Daoist looked travel-worn; he wore a Daoist robe embroidered with a sunrise over the East Sea, carried an ancient sword on his back, and had a bamboo hat slung behind him. The killing intent on the Daoist was heavy, and his eyes were filled with malice.

"There is Demon aura." After entering the mall, the Daoist twitched his nose slightly, then suddenly looked up and saw Yu Sichen eating on the third floor. A sharp glint flashed in his eyes, and he sprinted forward a few steps, tapped his feet lightly on the ground, and leaped up, his figure suddenly soaring high.

There were quite a few people in the mall, but the Daoist grabbed a hanging banner with his right hand and actually leaped to the third floor with ease.

This agility drew gasps from a large portion of the people in the mall; this was light-body technique, and there were truly few people who could do that at the time.

Yu Sichen stood up abruptly; she felt danger.

Sure enough, the Daoist hurried forward a few steps and arrived right in front of Yu Sichen. He closed his eyes, sent out his Divine Sense, and then opened his eyes wide, a sharp glint shooting from them. He shouted sternly, "What is your origin? Why can I not sense your true form?"

"You've mistaken me for someone else; I am human." Yu Sichen watched the Daoist guardedly, her hands already positioned for an attack.

This Daoist's malice was heavy, and it was the kind that only distinguished by species, not by good or evil. In his eyes, there was only the subduing of Demons, and he did not care what the other party's status was.

"Human?" The Daoist sneered and said, "I can tell at a glance that you are not human. Demon, give me your Life."

The Daoist spread his arms, and the ancient sword on his back flew out of its sheath. He grabbed the ancient sword with his right hand, and a wave of Sword Qi rippled out.

With a 'whoosh' sound, the surrounding tables and chairs were all overturned by the sword in his hand. People eating screamed and dodged, and many were scalded by hot soups and liquids. One little girl was burned by a hotpot, her skin turning bright red, and she burst into loud sobs.

The Daoist didn't care at all. He flicked the sword in his hand and, with a 'swish', attacked toward Yu Sichen. Yu Sichen dodged to the side and grabbed with her right hand, sending a wave of cold energy from her hand toward the Daoist.

This Daoist's strength was very high, and his malice was heavy; he didn't care about anything when he attacked. Yu Sichen had sealed the Ancestral Ghost, so her strength was already greatly diminished, and coupled with the crowded mall, she was worried about hurting people, so she was somewhat restricted.

The two of them, one attacking and one dodging, traversed most of the third floor in a moment.

The entire third floor of the mall was filled with dining establishments, and the hot soups, charcoal fires, and the sword momentum in the Daoist's hand injured many innocent people.

Yu Sichen struck out with a palm, forming an Ice Awl. The Daoist slashed the Ice Awl down with his sword, then sealed forward with a thrust of his sword.

Just as the sword was about to pierce Yu Sichen, a figure flashed, and Chen Yu appeared. He lifted his right palm and struck forward toward the Daoist.

*Ding! * The sword in the Daoist's hand vibrated, and he retreated three steps. He raised his head, a trace of surprise in his eyes as he looked at Chen Yu.

"Are you alright?" Chen Yu hurriedly went to check on Yu Sichen.

"Brother Chen, I'm fine. This Daoist is a lunatic," Yu Sichen said bitterly.

"Who are you, sir?" Chen Yu turned his head and asked.

"I am the nameless Pure Yang Daoist, a successor of the Heaven Star Temple, taking the subduing of Demons and the elimination of evil as my duty." The Daoist's eyes widened as he stared at Chen Yu and roared, "You are also a member of the righteous path, why are you mingling with the Demon kind?"

"Demon? Look clearly, she is human." Chen Yu shouted, "Even if you are eliminating Demons, there is a distinction between good and evil, right? Look at how many innocent people have been hurt by you! You only categorize by species without regard for good or evil; where have you learned your Dao?"

The Daoist's gaze faltered for a moment after being scolded by Chen Yu. Only then did he look around and see that many innocent people had been injured during the fight he had just waged.

There was the little girl crying loudly from being scalded by the hotpot, the waiter burned by charcoal fire, and passersby lying on the ground injured by the Sword Qi from his hand.

But immediately after, the clarity in the Daoist's eyes was covered by a trace of malice. He said in a deep voice, "My duty is to eradicate all Demons and evil; I cannot worry about the rest. Give me your Life!"

The ancient sword in the Daoist's hand flickered, and he lunged fiercely at Chen Yu.

Chen Yu was furious. A thought flashed, and 'Lichen' appeared in his hand. *Ding! * The two swords met, and a brilliant radiance flashed in mid-air. Then, the Daoist's figure swayed, and he retreated several steps.

Several notches appeared on the ancient sword in his hand; it was clear that Chen Yu had held back, otherwise, his sword would have been destroyed.

Chen Yu stepped forward and pointed a finger. *Puff! * A white mist emerged from his fingertip, forming a streak of Sword Qi that struck fiercely toward the Daoist.

*Puff... * The Daoist let out a muffled groan and retreated several steps. The white mist pierced through his shoulder, and his arm went completely numb, unable to be lifted for the time being.

"I held back just now. If you dare to take one more step forward, I will not be so polite," Chen Yu said coldly.

A trace of malice flashed in the Pure Yang Daoist's eyes, but there was more unwillingness. He said in a deep voice, "Kid, you have such strength, yet instead of upholding the righteous path, you are willing to associate with those of the Evil Path. You will regret this one day."

"Whether I regret it or not is my business. I guarantee that if you don't leave now, the one who will regret it today will be you," Chen Yu said coldly.

"Fine, just you wait." The Daoist glanced at Chen Yu coldly, then turned around and, amidst the gasps of the crowd, leaped up from the third floor.

The onlookers were astonished. They leaned over the railings to look down, only to see the Daoist land gracefully on the ground, then leap away, disappearing without a trace after a few bounds.

Only then did Chen Yu breathe a sigh of relief. There were quite a few injured people at the scene, and he hurriedly went to check on them.

The little girl who had been scalded applied Chen Yu's medicine, and her wounds healed immediately, but the ones who were more seriously injured were the few people struck by the Sword Qi. Chen Yu stepped forward to treat their wounds, and it took quite a while before he finally finished dealing with the situation at the scene.

By this time, the police had arrived, as had the ambulance. The police were busy taking statements, and most of them did not believe what the witnesses were saying.