Grudges and disputes could not be suppressed by force. On the contrary, doing so would only pile up greater hidden dangers, until one day they erupted completely.
Within a sect, with so many disciples sharing the same origin, everyone had their own little circles and irreconcilable conflicts. With territory as vast as the Thousand Feathers Alliance's, it was even less realistic to expect every faction to live in peace.
The previous struggle over the secret realm had been one way of resolving matters, following the unspoken rule among martial artists that the strong took everything. The winners took their spoils, while the losers stepped aside.
If major entanglements arose between factions, another option many chose was to secretly kill the other party in the outer seas.
So long as the Thousand Feathers Alliance found no evidence afterward, it would ultimately turn a blind eye and would not pursue the matter relentlessly.
But if two factions openly clashed head-on, that would be a complete affront to the Thousand Feathers Alliance. It would certainly come to settle accounts with you.
Blood battles were where grudges were resolved.
Once a blood battle was accepted, no matter the final outcome, all past grievances would be wiped clean. But during the battle, everyone bore responsibility for the consequences themselves.
"What do you want?" Miao Wanhong asked in a fierce voice that belied his inner weakness.
"Let's take a walk through the blood battle arena."
Chen Fei glanced down at the Divine Water Sect and said expressionlessly, "Add another five hundred Mid-grade Spirit Stones as a little extra."
A blood battle was somewhat like a wager duel. In the blood battle arena, it was a fight to the death. Of course, if you were willing to spare the other side, you could let them leave alive