High-grade Spirit Sword

Chen Fei's steps suddenly paused slightly as he remembered something. Although all the Aperture Refining Realm cultivators of Sword Return Tower had been slain, they were not the only ones who had practiced Yuan Chen's techniques.

A clone stepped out from Chen Fei's body, its figure flickering as it sped toward the mountain peak where Sword Return Tower's True Disciples resided. Once disciples practicing another sect's techniques were discovered, the lightest punishment was the destruction of their cultivation and the complete confiscation of the techniques.

It might have been cruel, but that was the rule by which this world operated. Those True Disciples enjoyed all manner of resources provided by Sword Return Tower, so they had to bear the karma Sword Return Tower had sown.

Just like Chen Fei now, he had become completely bound to the Yuan Chen Sword Sect in terms of identity. If someone wished to destroy the Yuan Chen Sword Sect for some reason, then whether Chen Fei knew of it or not, whether he had participated or not, the final outcome would be the same.

Even the world of ordinary people was one where the strong devoured the weak, where blood could splash three feet high over a trifling profit. Among martial artists, it was even more so, perhaps worse still.

At this moment, Sword Return Tower was filled with chaos, but it had not yet reached the point of complete collapse. These Body Refining Realm disciples had merely seen Sword Return Tower come under attack; they did not yet know how it would end.

Quite a few still stood where they were, waiting for the final outcome. Once Sword Return Tower's elders returned and discovered that disciples had fled, they would be dealt with as traitors to the sect.

Even Ordinary Disciples knew the