After Liu Hun finished speaking, a moment of struggle flickered in Zhao Yun's half-red eyes, yet the instant those cultivators rushed towards him, that struggle vanished instantly. Without any hesitation, Zhao Yun dashed into the crowd holding a dagger.
Watching Zhao Yun in the crowd, like a War God, Liu Hun's eyes glinted with brilliance, murmuring softly: "I never expected to pick up such a treasure before. Initially, I thought I needed to spend some time, but now it seems totally unnecessary. His body is really useful."
Upon saying this, Liu Hun watched the scene in the room with intrigue. Many people on this floor were some big shots, playing some large-scale gambling games. As Zhao Yun killed the cultivators in front of him, he continued charging into the crowd.
Zhao Yun's appearance threw the scene into chaos immediately. Facing a killing machine like Zhao Yun, ordinary people—especially the wealthy—naturally felt immense fear.
