The Divine Undertaker
Nothing could be better than if the Crawford apprentices just left and got killed, sparing them the need to fight!
They could even remain in the ward, staying perfectly safe!
"Hehe. How delusional you are!"
Xarik laughed coldly, stroking the pendant over his chest as killing intent flared in his eyes. "Hear me, Crawfords—charge! Kill every last of those ingrates!"
And with that rallying cry, Xarik raised his blade and leaped toward Santil, Cuben, and Qandal, bellowing, "Caleb won first place and the right for everyone to cultivate in here… But none of you deserve it! Now, die!!!"