Chapter 359

Lance wore a bitter smile and said, "Wake up, all of you. Ever since he left the imperial palace back then and King Norland vanished, the cause has already been lost. If he truly is the hope, then only by passing the trial can he prove he is the future, that he is the hope. Yet more than a week has passed, and still he has not emerged! It is impossible for him to have passed the trial!"

Lance's words plunged Long Lisha and the other two into utter despair.

They all knew what failing the trial meant: it meant death.

"You deserve to die!"

Long Lisha charged forward, great sword in hand.

With a single strike of Splitting Mount Hua, the entire town trembled as if struck by a minor earthquake.

Lance shook his head and said, "Though we haven't met in days, Long Lisha, your strength has improved, but this cannot change anything!"

"I do not wish to fight you; calm yourselves!"

Without any visible movement, Lance merely waved his hand, and suddenly the sky was filled with sword qi.

The oppressive pressure of the countless sword qi made the entire sky feel crushingly heavy.

Long Lisha and the two drinkers crashed to the ground, covered in wounds that were severe yet not fatal.

Yet the immense pressure of the swords pressed down so heavily they could barely breathe, forcing them flat against the earth.

"Lance, you deserve to die!"

Long Lisha spat a mouthful of blood; she tried to rise, but could not even move a finger.

"The world is vast; not only Norland—I too shall roam freely across the heavens!"

"Norland does not even count as my hometown; what hope is there to speak of?"

"I will not demand compensation from you for those items in the blacksmith's shop."

Lance patted the bundle on his back and said, "An old man like me needs only one bundle to make the four seas his home!"

Long Lisha's eyes nearly burst from their sockets, but the gap in strength was undeniable; she simply could not stop Lance from leaving.

Just as Lance was about to depart, his footsteps halted.

"Long Lisha, do you have any other companions?"

"Lance—I do not understand what you mean! You flee, but where can you flee to? I, Long Lisha, swear that if I survive today, I will hunt you down forever, Lance!"

Lance glanced at Long Lisha, finally letting out a sigh. "Those who threatened me in the past have all died; you are the first. Ah, forget it! Do as you wish!"

Then Lance turned his gaze toward the entrance of the village.

His previously calm expression slowly turned solemn, and then from solemn it shifted to stunned disbelief.

"How is this possible? Has he passed the trial?"