The Uncard Flow practitioner in the lead kept saying something.
Without a word, Wei'a advanced toward them again.
The Uncard Flow practitioners grew even more panicked, despair showing on every face. Though no one could understand what they were saying, the despair in their voices was easy enough to recognize.
To everyone, Wei'a was a strange man. Taciturn and reserved, he almost never spoke, and his expression never changed. He was like Chen Mu's shadow, appearing wherever Chen Mu went. His strength was unfathomable; no one knew where his limits lay. No one knew where he came from, either, or where he had learned those astonishingly formidable Uncard Flow techniques.
But he was too powerful for anyone to ignore.
His behavior now looked just as bizarre, yet no one stopped him. Everyone present except Chen Mu was deeply wary of Wei'a. Even experts like Xize and Jiao Si instinctively kept their distance from him.
No one wanted to clash with him.
The slaughter began again. Wei'a's expressionless face looked even colder, and his attacks were merciless. These Uncard Flow practitioners seemed to know resistance was futile, for none resisted. They also seemed to know escape was futile, for none tried to flee.
And so everyone watched helplessly as Wei'a slaughtered all of the dozen or so remaining men.
The slaughter was undoubtedly too cruel to watch. Every Card Adept looked pale, while Qingqing opened her mouth several times to speak, only to remain silent in the end. In everyone's minds, the danger Wei'a posed rose sharply once more.
"Wei'a, are you all right?" Chen Mu looked at him with concern. He had noticed something unusual in Wei'a's emotions.
He knew Wei'a quite well. Wei'a was not someone who killed indiscriminately; he simply never showed mercy to his enemies. There was