As Chen Fei's shoe came down, a shriek suddenly rang in his ears, followed closely by the curator's venomous curses.
Chen Fei's expression remained unchanged. He waited for a moment, but no punishment descended. Clearly, this blade of grass was no longer under the city's protective rules.
Was it because the Martial Arts Hall Curator had violated the rules first?
Chen Fei lowered his head to look at the sole of his shoe, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. Those who killed would eventually be killed. Chen Fei had promised to leave immediately after getting his answer, but before leaving, accidentally trampling a few flowers and blades of grass could be considered an unintentional act, right?
Spirit Slaughter Technique!
The entry-level Spirit Slaughter Technique began to circulate at an exceedingly slow pace. In battle, a move of this level would certainly be useless; before it could even be unleashed, an opponent would likely seize the opening.
But suppressing a blade of grass now posed no problem at all.
The green grass trembling ceaselessly beneath Chen Fei's shoe seemed to sense the aura of the Spirit Slaughter Technique and began struggling frantically. The curses ringing in Chen Fei's ears grew louder and louder.
Even several spiritual curses drifted within Chen Fei's Sea of Consciousness. However, Chen Fei redirected all of those curses onto the God Slaying Sword, and they had no effect whatsoever on his true spiritual self.
"Ah!"
With a miserable shriek, the grass abruptly vanished, and a mass of pure spiritual essence appeared within Chen Fei's body. Sensing its purity, Chen Fei pondered for a moment before sending it straight into the Qian Yuan Sword.
If he absorbed this foreign spiritual essence, Chen Fei would still need to spend time purifying it afterward, and that