Bringing the farm to another world

Chapter 16460 Surrender
"Have you ever considered that even if you die, we can still resurrect you and make you our own? What's the point of your death then?" The enormous figure looked at the man sitting on the Iron Throne with a calm gaze, but his words were utterly piercing.

"Hahahaha, don't lie to me. You can resurrect people, but you can't resurrect a person without a soul. If I die, I would rather self-destruct my soul than become a ghost and be driven by others."

“I admire your courage, but you may not understand one thing. Those people did not become ghosts. They were truly resurrected. You do not know what kind of person our sect leader is, nor do you know what level our sect has reached. So even if you die by self-destructing your souls, it is meaningless. You have only given up the chance to live. What you think of as death may not be true death, and what you think of as ghosts may not be true ghosts.”

"Hahahaha, you've described your sect leader as so powerful, so why doesn't he show himself? Make him show himself, make him appear before me, I want to see just how powerful he is."

"As you wish."

A calm voice suddenly rang out, and the next moment a figure appeared in front of the two giants. The giant from the Blood Slaughter Sect immediately bowed to the figure and said, "Young Master."

The figure was none other than Zhao Hai. He stood there calmly and nodded to the man. The figure was actually Ding Chunming, who had used the technique of transforming heaven and earth to become a giant.

Zhao Hai looked calmly at the person sitting on the Iron Throne. The person also looked at Zhao Hai. He did not sense any energy fluctuations from Zhao Hai, so he was somewhat surprised. He said in a deep voice, "You are the sect leader of the Blood Slaughter Sect?"

Zhao Hai said in a deep voice, "Yes, I am Zhao Hai, the sect leader of the Blood Slaughter Sect. By the way, I used to be the sect leader of the Myriad Laws Divine Sect as well."

The man sitting on the Iron Throne looked at Zhao Hai and said, "I've heard of you. Back then, we all thought you were a mad dog that only bites people, but we were all wrong. None of us knew that you weren't a mad dog; you were a venomous snake."

Zhao Hai looked at the man and suddenly smiled slightly, saying, "You want to provoke me and see my strength, right? Actually, you don't need to go through all that trouble. Do you know why I wanted them to persuade you to surrender instead of killing you outright? It's not that I couldn't, but because I didn't want you to lose your lives. Also, it's so that my men can deal with you instead of me doing it myself. But if you want to see me, I'll come to see you. If you want to know my strength, then I'll show you. You should know that if I really wanted to deal with you, you wouldn't even have a chance to die."

The man sitting on the Iron Throne looked at Zhao Hai and sneered, "Is that so? I'd like to see just how strong you really are." With that, he raised his hand, and in the next moment, an enormous giant sword appeared in the sky. The sword was made entirely of metal and gleamed with a cold light. Then, with a flick of his hand, the giant sword slashed straight at Zhao Hai.

All the people from the Divine Kingdom were staring at Zhao Hai, wanting to see what he would do. The people from the Blood Slaughter Sect were also watching Zhao Hai, but there was no worry on their faces. On the contrary, their expressions were very calm. In their eyes, this was nothing at all.

The giant sword was about to strike Zhao Hai, but Zhao Hai made no attempt to defend himself. He simply stood there calmly, while the man sitting on the Iron Throne had a look of excitement on his face. He was absolutely confident in his strength, believing that anyone struck by his sword, no matter who they were, would surely die.

The next moment, the giant sword struck Zhao Hai, but the instant it hit him, it transformed into countless runes that merged directly into Zhao Hai's body, and the giant sword had already disappeared.

Zhao Hai stood there calmly, looking at the person sitting on the Iron Throne. The person stared blankly at Zhao Hai, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Zhao Hai smiled slightly, looked at the person, and said in a deep voice, "Not bad, your strength is not bad, but unfortunately, you don't understand me at all, what level I am at. What a pity." As he spoke, the person sitting on the Iron Throne, his Iron Throne had turned into runes and disappeared directly, and even his body had turned into runes.

"No!" the man roared in terror, but then he appeared in front of Zhao Hai, now the size of a normal person. He just stood there, looking at Zhao Hai with a terrified expression.

Zhao Hai looked at the man, then smiled slightly and said, "I told you, if I really wanted to make a move, you wouldn't even have a chance to fight back. You wouldn't even be able to die." As he spoke, the man stood there blankly, unable to move an inch. Zhao Hai flew to the man's side, still smiling, and without making any move, a rune landed on the man's body and then disappeared. The man didn't react at all, but the next moment he could move. He bowed to Zhao Hai and said in a deep voice, "Young Master."

Zhao Hai nodded. He didn't look at that person again, but turned to look at the other cultivators from the Divine Kingdom. The cultivators from the Divine Kingdom were all staring blankly at what they were seeing. They really couldn't believe what they were seeing. They couldn't understand why the person who was about to attack Zhao Hai was now calling him "Young Master." Why was that? What was going on?

Zhao Hai turned to look at the cultivators from the Divine Kingdom, then smiled slightly. He stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers. As he did so, the people from the Divine Kingdom felt their hands lighten. They all looked down and discovered that the magical artifacts they had been holding had all turned into runes. These runes flew to Zhao Hai and then merged directly into his body. Their magical artifacts had all disappeared.

All the cultivators of the divine kingdom were stunned. They didn't know what had happened, what was going on, or even what had occurred, but a chill ran through their hearts.

Zhao Hai looked at the cultivators from the divine kingdom and then said, "You see, I could easily kill you all, but I'm still willing to give you a chance. Surrender. I don't want to kill so many people at once. Of course, this is the last chance. If you still don't want to surrender after all this, then I have no reason to keep you alive any longer. Remember, if you don't surrender now, then we won't kill you and revive you as easily. You don't have that kind of good fortune. I will let them kill you, but I won't revive you. Do you understand what I mean? You will be killed, and you will die forever. You will not have the chance to be resurrected."

Upon hearing Zhao Hai's words, the men were all shaken. They understood what Zhao Hai meant: he was giving them a final chance. If they were unwilling to surrender, they would only die; he would not give them a chance to be resurrected.

The people looked at each other in bewilderment, and then suddenly someone shouted, "I surrender! I'm willing to surrender!"

No one knows who shouted it, but the sound was like the first domino to fall, triggering a chain reaction that caused a seemingly sturdy castle to collapse with a bang.

Zhao Hai looked at the people from the divine kingdom and couldn't help but smile slightly. Then, with a flick of his body, he disappeared. He knew very well that he was no longer needed for what was to come.

The Blood Slaughter Sect members were already prepared for this situation. They stepped forward to receive these people, placed restrictions on them, and organized them into groups. A great battle that should have taken place was thus quelled.

When Chang Jun and his group arrived at the main hall of Wu Kong City, they found a person standing there, looking at the high throne.

As soon as Chang Jun and the others saw the man, they immediately bowed and said, "Greetings, young master." The man standing in the main hall was Zhao Hai.

Zhao Hai nodded, without turning to look at them, and asked, "What do you think power means to cultivators?"

Chang Jun and the others were all stunned. They really hadn't expected Zhao Hai to ask such a question, and they didn't know how to answer it for a moment.

After a long while, Ding Chunming spoke first: "Young Master, I think power is a burden for cultivators."

His words startled Gongliang Juewen, who then turned to look at Ding Chunming with some confusion. Ding Chunming ignored him and said, "Let's not talk about others, just take Lao Wen for example. Lao Wen's talent is also very strong. If he hadn't had to deal with so many sect affairs, his strength would be no less than mine. But because he had to deal with so many sect affairs, his cultivation was delayed for a long time. It wasn't until he comprehended the Law of Power that he was able to improve his strength while dealing with things. Only then did his strength slowly catch up. So for cultivators, power is really just a burden, with not much benefit. Of course, it might have some benefits in the early stages of cultivation, but the further you cultivate, the less effective power becomes. The further you cultivate, the more power becomes an obstacle. So I think power is a burden."

Chang Jun and the others all nodded. They didn't really think that power was of any use to cultivators, because they were all very clear that at their level of strength, the benefits that power brought them far outweighed the harms. So Ding Chunming was right. Power was a burden for cultivators, especially for those who had reached their level of strength. Power really only had disadvantages and no advantages.