The People in the Trap

Under the effects of the Soundproofing Art, no matter how much commotion they caused here, the villagers outside would not notice a thing.

As for the ordinary people who had led the sorcerers here, they could simply be silenced.

The two Gao State sorcerers on the left respectively produced a clump of yellow earth and a tender branch—

"Gen Technique: Return to Chou, Mountain-Ring Stone!"

"Dui Technique to Rooster, Spring Dawn!"

The ground beneath the man's feet abruptly changed. Two stone pillars burst from the mud, one on either side, locking around his feet. Meanwhile, the Peachwood Sword at his waist unexpectedly sprang back to life, sprouting branches and green leaves once more!

No matter how superb a swordsman was, without a sword in hand, a thick tree branch could no longer harm anyone.

Sun Qianzi nodded in silent praise. In such a short span of time, the two had identified their opponent's weakness and used the simplest means to cripple his ability to retaliate. Their extensive combat experience was plain to see.

"Eh! Master, what's happening!?" the little girl cried out.

"Don't ask, run!" the sorcerer shouted.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Sun Qianzi would never give them that chance.

He raised both hands, pressing his index fingers to his thumbs and aiming the circles at the pair. The Xun Technique: Whistling Sound was ready to be unleashed!

This was one of the most effective Sorcery Arts for subduing enemies without killing them. Once struck head-on by the Whistling Sound, ordinary people would usually be shaken until blood poured from their seven orifices, dying miserably on the spot. Even sorcerers would go deaf in both ears and sink into unconsciousness.

Moreover, it was like the wind itself—colorless and shapeless. Neither shields nor helmets could block it. With their feet