Not every faction could afford to maintain deathsworn warriors. Raising a deathsworn warrior at the peak eleventh tier consumed more resources than a peak twelfth-tier cultivator practicing normally.
They needed the finest cultivation resources, the finest weapons and magical treasures, as well as women, servants, and more. If they had families, those families also had to be looked after.
That care would not cease when a deathsworn warrior died, nor would their masters dare let it cease.
If anyone truly abandoned a deathsworn warrior's family after his death, they would face retaliation from every deathsworn warrior under their command.
After all, those warriors did not want their own families to suffer the same treatment after they died.
The deathsworn warriors might lack the ability to assassinate their masters directly, but the work they had done was always the dirtiest and most exhausting kind, and they knew many of their masters' secrets.
If those matters were exposed, the consequences for their masters would be severe.
"Pass the word down. Raise Xingdu to the highest priority. Ideally, make sure he doesn't even reach the top ten thousand."
With those words, the high-level meeting of the organizers of this Grand Blood Bout came to an end.
Inside Hua Yao's villa, Hua Yao and Tu Mi were making the final preparations for Lin Qing: top-grade twelfth-tier weapons and magical treasures, all sorts of healing and recovery pills, and more.
As they prepared, they scolded Lin Qing. They had only just discovered that despite going out over the past few days, he had prepared nothing for himself. He had intended to enter the Grand Blood Bout empty-handed.
Lin Qing nodded silently and accepted their scolding. They genuinely had his best interests at heart; he could hardly accuse them of meddling.
Just then, someone knocked on