739 Killing Silence (2/2)

Ever since he began learning the qin, he had repeated this many times, so it looked so natural and skillful.

Aside from Ximen Buhuo, no one was able to see the rich details and meaning within his simple movements.

The strings trembled intensely, but the extent of their fluctuation was forcibly confined to a small area, which created louder and sharper notes.

”Ding!”

The small boulders on the ground began to shake and rustle.

The music spread around and disappeared.

Then the boulders stopped shaking.

Thus, a circle was created centered on the qin with a diameter of more than 100 feet.

When he heard that sound, Ximen Buhuo covered his painful ears because his hearing was the best.

Wang Chi frowned uncomfortably.

The Seventh Sister's fingers trembled a little.

Meanwhile, the Second Brother had not moved a muscle.

The sound within the area became sharp and painful.

The sound outside the area vanished, making everyone wonder.

However, the sound still existed.

Not being able to hear it did not mean that there was no sound.

There are so many kinds of sounds that people cannot perceive, but other creatures can.

Horses, for example.

The headmost cavalryman suddenly disappeared, creating a dull sound of impact and raising up dust.

That was because the forelegs of the horse under the cavalryman had suddenly gone limp, which was fatal in this situation.

Then, another cavalryman disappeared, whose horse fell heavily to the ground, followed by more cavalrymen falling down.

As these falls happened in succession, their aggressive charge was quickly developing into a tragic crash. Dozens of horses fell down heavily, neighing, breaking bones, and spattering blood.

In a short time, the charging cavalrymen piled up into a horrible hill of flesh and armor in front of the entrance.

Inside the carriage in the south, the Great Divine Priest of Revelation opened his eyes and looked toward the Verdant Canyon.

His wise, experienced eyes revealed a complicated expression of vigilance.

”If a beautiful sound can't be heard... why pluck the strings?”

The Great Divine Priest of Revelation's lips moved, making no sound.

The beautiful sound could not be heard.

Beigong Weiyang's music was the beautiful sounds, so the horses were frightened.

The Great Divine Priest of Revelation's words were the beautiful sounds as well, so it spread toward the Verdant Canyon.

It became truly silent when the inaudible music met the inaudible words.

The charging cavalrymen suddenly relaxed. Urging their horses, they bypassed the companions' corpses and started their last charge.

Beigong Weiyang's fingers were blasted away from the qin, bleeding.

He turned toward Ximen Buhuo.

Ximen Buhuo put the vertical bamboo flute near his mouth. The wind blew through the flute, creating no sound.

Beigong Weiyang happily smiled and continued playing.

Outside the Verdant Canyon.

The hoofbeats resounded.

The horses neighed.

The soldiers shouted.

They kept falling down.

They kept dying.

The two disciples were engrossed in their playing, but no sound was heard.

At that moment, the silence was their best weapon.