The immortal body is called Teevat

Such a noisy environment really made Wu Cheng feel uncomfortable, and his brows knitted tightly. Anger surged in his heart.

I am settling accounts for your sins, and you are still gambling. Am I a non-existent person?

Wu Cheng tightly grasped the one-handed sword and raised his hand angrily, slashing at the noisy people. The sword flashed, and several people instantly fell in a pool of blood. Their heads flew high into the air, and a small-scale blood rain fell for a while.

Wu Cheng's actions made the entire casino fall into silence, especially when a head happened to hit the chips on the gambling table, causing them to crash.

Both the gamblers and the bodyguards came out of the excited atmosphere of gambling, and they all looked at the murderous boy in horror.

The bodyguards and guards quickly surrounded Wu Cheng and issued a stern warning to him. There was fear and anger in their voices. They tried to stop Wu Cheng.

But to Wu Cheng, these words were like the howling of an old dog before dying. No matter how loudly it barked, it was just its last words before dying.

His eyes were cold and firm. Since they dared to be so disrespectful to him, wasn't it simple? Just kill them.

I am not a good man or a believer, and these guys are definitely not forced to gamble to change their fate due to family reasons. This sounds too ridiculous.

They are just a bunch of people who are as bad as they can be. The reason why they are called human beings is only because they are still human beings in the physiological sense.

Wu Cheng's killing speed was extremely fast. His figure flashed in the dimly lit casino, and every swing of his knife carried a deadly threat. Coupled with the dim lights of the casino due to the smoke, it added to the atmosphere.

His swordsmanship was like a ghost, unpredictable. The enemies had no way of fighting back, they could only watch in horror as Wu Cheng's figure shuttled among them, taking away lives one after another.

To put it bluntly, they are just some amateur security personnel or gamblers who come here to take it for themselves in the hope of changing their fate. How much fighting power can they have? The answer is obvious.

However, Wu Cheng felt a little bored. These killings had become too familiar to him, just like eating too much candy and getting too greasy in the mouth.

Although there was still pleasure, it was no longer as joyful as it was just now above the Mange Restaurant.

Now these guys are just a bunch of small fish that will break at the slightest touch, and their death doesn't have much meaning. It only makes me feel irritated.

Wu Cheng didn't want to waste too much time, he hoped to end the battle as quickly as possible. He swept his eyes across the battlefield, looking for the next target.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered the Death Blood that he had not used for a long time.

He rushed into the enemy group, swinging the knife in his hand like a phantom, and every swing of the knife brought the breath of death. The enemy had no power to fight back in front of him.

Their blood splattered on his body, making him look like a bloody demon.

And for some reason, when these bodyguards hurt Wu Cheng, they also had the same wounds on their bodies as Wu Cheng.

All of a sudden, the gamblers at the gambling table were no longer as obsessed with losing as before.

Instead, there was astonishment and panic, as if time had frozen at this moment. They stared at the bloody and cruel scene in front of them with their eyes wide open, their minds blank.

They come to the casino just to win some money, improve their lives, or turn their lives around. They don't come here to risk their lives, and they don't want to give their lives here.

But now they realized that the casino was such a dangerous place, and one could lose their lives if they were not careful. Although it was like this at ordinary times, it was not as touching as Wu Cheng killing someone on the spot.

The entire casino was in chaos. Some gamblers took advantage of the chaos to pack up their chips and prepare to flee this place of trouble.

After all, in their opinion, Mr. Hogman will take care of everything, but they can't throw away their own bargaining chips. They sold their children and daughters to get them. If they can't turn things around, then there will be no chance of turning things around in this life.

However, some gamblers took the opportunity to steal. They saw that no one was taking the chips on the table, so they quietly took away a lot of them. These people wanted to take advantage of the chaos in the casino to get as much as possible.

They were secretly delighted, thinking that they had finally made a fortune and could change their destiny.

However, their joy did not last long. The bodyguard next to them noticed their behavior and immediately drew his one-handed sword to chop at them.

The gamblers tried to flee in terror, but it was too late. The bodyguard's sword was as fast as lightning, chopping off their heads in an instant.

Their heads rolled onto the gambling table, staining the chips in their hands red, and finally they died. It was obvious that the bodyguards' irrational behavior had once again added fuel to the panic in the casino.

The formation they had finally formed to encircle Wucheng was broken down and dispersed by these extremely frightened gamblers.

The casino was filled with screams and cries, and the gamblers began to flee in all directions, trying to escape from this terrible place. Who cared about the formation formed by the bodyguards?

They regretted why they came here and why they were addicted to gambling. They knew that they not only lost money, but also their lives.

The entire casino fell into a state of chaos, with people screaming in fear and running around, trying to find a safe shelter. The casino had only one exit, which was blocked by Wu Cheng.

Now, in the eyes of these gamblers, Wu Cheng's direction is tantamount to death. The gamblers cannot escape and can only flee frantically inside the casino, looking for a place to hide.

They sincerely hoped that they would not be caught up by Wu Cheng, the killing madman. Wu Cheng seemed to have lost his mind, and he would kill anyone he saw without hesitation, whether it was a bodyguard or a gambler.

Wu Cheng's eyes were filled with hatred and anger, as if he wanted to put all of them to death. After all, none of these guys had clean hands.

In this chaotic scene, these gamblers, in order to save their own lives, were willing to sacrifice the lives of others and let others take the blame for them.

Wu Cheng also did not let go of those gamblers who were trying to make a living, and these guys must not be good people either.

Wu Cheng heard from those nobles who had just died that the gambling here was not just a simple game, but a more cruel fight, like a grinding wheel of blood and flesh.

In order to win more chips, some gamblers would even put their children in sacks and sell them to nobles or casinos in exchange for chips. Some would even mutilate themselves on the spot to win chips.

This kind of behavior against heaven is chilling. These gamblers have lost their humanity. They only care about their own interests and desires without considering anyone's feelings and consequences.

Wu Cheng sighed deeply. He knew that the evil of human nature was like a bottomless pit and was always underestimated by people.

In this world, there are always some people who will do whatever it takes to achieve their own desires and interests. This is especially true in the abyss of gambling.

Their behavior makes people sad and angry. So it is better to let them go to hell. Such a sinful place should not exist.

Moreover, in order to sell their children for a good price, these scumbags would even let interested nobles try them out on the spot.

They didn't consider the children's feelings at all and just treated them as commodities. This behavior was simply insane. They were even more conscienceless than those nobles outside.

In fact, those nobles were not much better. In order to satisfy their own selfish desires, they did not hesitate to spend huge sums of money to buy these children.

They look bright and beautiful on the surface, but they are very dirty inside. After the trial, they will generously take out Mora gold coupons and let these dirty men get out as if this can cover up their sins.

After listening to the noble's description of the scene, Wu Cheng knew that these children were innocent and they deserved a better life instead of being sold as commodities.

He also knew that these nobles were hypocritical. They only cared about their own interests and not the lives of others.

However, these gamblers have long been blinded by the adventure of getting rich overnight, and their rationality has turned into that of a beast in human skin.

Wu Cheng felt that this place had no need to exist anymore. These guys deserved to die. They should have died long ago.

Wu Cheng looked expressionlessly at the people who were crying and begging for mercy. In his eyes, these people were just a bunch of trash, the scum and cancer of this world.

Their existence only pollutes the air, destroys the environment, and makes the whole world uglier. He firmly believes that only by removing these garbage can he see the world in a pure way.

So Wu Cheng picked up the one-handed sword without hesitation and swung it, one strike, two strikes, three strikes... Wu Cheng's technique was skillful and ruthless, and every strike took a life.

The blood splashing on Wu Cheng's face added a different color to Wu Cheng, not to mention that Wu Cheng specially summoned several rock spikes to nail their legs to the ground in order to make those who were escaping quieter.

They were unable to escape and could only wait quietly for him to come over with a knife and kill them.

There was no mercy or sympathy on his face. In his eyes, these people were damned scum. Why should he pity them for such a pitiful posture?

When they reach out to the weaker ones, their methods are not necessarily more merciful than Wu Cheng's. After all, I have my own principles, unlike them who do whatever it takes to achieve their goals and satisfy their desires.

As the last knife fell, the ground beneath Wu Cheng's feet was already filled with corpses. Blood dyed the entire casino red, and the ground was littered with bloody corpses and debris.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which made people suffocate. Wu Cheng stood in the pool of blood, looking at the tragic scene in front of him but he didn't care. Although he was the creator of this scene,

Then several blood-red tentacles grew out from Wu Cheng's back, licking the blood off the ground. The plump corpses instantly turned into dried corpses with only skin and bones attached.

Wu Cheng slowly closed the door of the casino and headed towards his next destination. The place he was going to was the most important human trafficking market in Hogman's business project.

There, there was more garbage waiting for him to clean up. To be honest, Wu Cheng would rather face those gamblers in the casino than go to a place like the human trafficking market.

He knew that it was an abyss of darkness and sin, filled with shameless deals and cruel acts.

Every time he thought of those innocent lives that were abducted, he felt a surge of anger and disgust in his heart.

It was precisely because Wu Cheng's killing speed was efficient and rapid that Hogman, who was hiding in the small room at this time, did not know that his underground world had been turned into a river of blood by Wu Cheng.

He now only felt the uneasiness in his heart rising due to the claustrophobic space around him, although the bodyguards beside him kept persuading him that he was just too nervous and should not think too much...

On the other side, Wu Cheng also walked to the gate of the human trafficking market with a bloody knife in his hand. Normally, there should be two guards guarding the gate.

But unfortunately, when they saw Wu Cheng for the first time, they were torn into pieces by Wu Cheng's ruthless blood line before they could react, and turned into a pile of meat on the ground.

Wu Cheng stepped on the mixture of blood and flesh. With every step he took, his feet made a sticky sound, as if he had stepped on a group of rats.

But it is not wrong to say so, after all, these guys are much more despicable than mice. At least mice will not kill each other and take the pain of their own kind as their own happiness.

He slowly pushed open the door of the human trafficking market, and the aroma of rouge and perfume hit him in the face. The strong aroma made him feel suffocated, as if he was about to be drowned by it.

The casinos are filled with gamblers from all walks of life who have long been accustomed to this chaotic and dirty environment.

They don't care about hygiene or what they step on. They only care about their own gambling and their wins and losses.

The human trafficking market is an entertainment venue exclusively for the nobles, and these noble lords usually pay the most attention to hygiene.

They were dressed in bright and beautiful clothes, wearing expensive jewelry, and walking around gracefully with exquisite folding fans in their hands. If they saw a little blood on the ground, they would scream as if they had seen something terrible.

Hogman knew that these noble gentlemen were his breadwinners, and as long as he could make them happy, he would be able to fill his wallet.

And the emergence of the human trafficking market indirectly gave Hogman the ability to fight back against them. After all, you don't want news and pictures about a certain noble molesting a young girl to spread the next day.

Wu Cheng walked into the human trafficking market and saw a bunch of slaves tied with chains and clearly priced. Their eyes were filled with fear and despair.

They didn't know what their fate would be or where they would be sold.

They can only obey the arrangements of the stall owners or be selected by the buyers. They have no power to choose and no ability to resist.

Wu Cheng looked at these people, his heart filled with sympathy and anger. Then he produced a blood sickle in his hand and prepared to fight.