Bringing the farm to another world

Zhao Hai watched the two arguing and a smile involuntarily appeared on his face. At this moment, the God of Wrath suddenly turned his head to look at Zhao Hai, and then snorted coldly, "What are you laughing at? If you have the guts, don't run away."

Zhao Hai looked at him, then said in a deep voice, "Fine, I won't run from him. I want to see just how strong you are."

Upon hearing Zhao Hai's words, the God of Wrath seemed to blaze even brighter in his eyes. He looked at Zhao Hai and said, "Fine, you've got guts." As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of red light appeared, and the next moment he was already in front of Zhao Hai. He then threw a punch straight at Zhao Hai, his fist covered in flames, as if his entire fist was on fire.

Zhao Hai looked at the incoming fist, and he also suddenly stretched out his hand and threw a punch. There was a loud bang as the two fists collided.

Then Zhao Hai's hand suddenly caught fire. Zhao Hai looked at his burning hand, but his face remained expressionless. Instead, he waved his hand, and the flames on his hand went out the next moment.

The hand that collided with Zhao Hai's fist had disappeared. His fist was shattered, but the God of Wrath did not show any pain. He glanced at the disappeared hand, and the next moment, countless flames spewed out from his arm, which then condensed into a new palm.

The God of Wrath glared at Zhao Hai, his face contorted with even greater fury. He roared, "You dare hurt me? You're courting death!" With that, he was about to attack Zhao Hai.

Zhao Hai looked at him and smiled slightly, saying, "Now I know why you can't do anything to the God of Envy. It's because you can only barely control the power of rage, far less than the God of Envy's control over the power of jealousy. Just now, you weren't really angry; you were just making yourself feel angry, so you couldn't unleash your full power."

Zhao Hai's words startled the God of Wrath, whose expression changed drastically. He roared, "Nonsense! You're courting death!" He then threw another punch at Zhao Hai.

Zhao Hai blocked the fist with his hand, preventing it from hurting him. Zhao Hai then nodded and said, "Not bad, much better, but not enough."

Upon hearing this, the God of Wrath became even angrier. He threw another punch at Zhao Hai, who once again blocked it with his hand. Although the God of Wrath's fist was always covered in fire, the fire seemed to have no effect on Zhao Hai.

Upon seeing this, the God of Jealousy's eyes flashed with a glint of shrewdness. He hadn't expected Zhao Hai to be so powerful. He knew very well that the God of Wrath was no weaker than him, especially his rage—not referring to emotion, but the flames emanating from his body. These flames were extremely domineering, and once they touched someone, they were difficult to extinguish. The God of Jealousy was very wary of such rage, but Zhao Hai seemed completely unconcerned. The flames seemed to have no effect on him whatsoever. This meant that Zhao Hai's strength might be greater than his own.

Thinking of this, the jealousy in his heart resurfaced, making him even stronger. At the same time, he decided that he would take action and join forces with the God of Wrath to deal with Zhao Hai and trap him. If they couldn't subdue Zhao Hai this time, they would have to wait for Zhao Hai's revenge. Zhao Hai's strength was undeniable, and if he really wanted to take revenge on them, their lives would probably be miserable.

The God of Jealousy was well aware that Zhao Hai had said something very true: these gods, though they could not die, could be injured, and injuries would affect their strength. If they were constantly injured, their strength would continue to decline until they had nowhere left to retreat. Although they would not die, their strength would continue to decrease, and eventually, not only Zhao Hai, but anyone else could subdue them.

The god of jealousy was well aware that if he or his fellow gods were captured by another god, they would face endless imprisonment and endless torture. At that time, he would truly wish he were dead.

That's why he had to take action, joining forces with the God of Wrath, to subdue and imprison Zhao Hai; only then could he feel at ease.

Furthermore, if he could capture and imprison Zhao Hai, he could thoroughly study him to see if he could find a way to kill him. If he could indeed find a way to kill Zhao Hai, it would mean that he could also kill other gods. If that were the case, he could act with impunity in the divine realm. Therefore, regardless of the reason, he had to take action. While Zhao Hai was fighting the God of Wrath, he would directly intervene and subdue Zhao Hai. Only in this way could he deal with Zhao Hai.

Upon thinking of this, the God of Jealousy stirred, but he did not act on his own. Instead, he mobilized his power, and a stream of energy composed of black smoke, like a black snake, slowly coiled around Zhao Hai's back. The power was extremely concealed, without even a trace of energy fluctuation.

Soon, the force circled behind Zhao Hai, but it did not attack him immediately. Instead, it remained dormant. A few breaths later, just as the God of Wrath was about to throw a punch at Zhao Hai, the energy composed of black mist suddenly shot out like a rope and wrapped around Zhao Hai's leg.

Just when the God of Jealousy thought he was about to succeed, he heard Zhao Hai's voice say, "Good timing, I've been waiting for you." After saying this, Zhao Hai's movements suddenly quickened, and at the same time, the God of Jealousy felt a force guiding his power, sweeping straight towards the God of Wrath.

The God of Wrath was caught off guard and instantly entangled by the God of Jealousy's power. The God of Jealousy was taken aback, and then his expression changed. At this moment, the God of Wrath was already on the verge of losing his mind due to Zhao Hai's anger, and now he was entangled by the God of Jealousy's power. He roared, "You're courting death!" The next moment, a raging fire erupted from his body, and this fire, following the energy of the God of Jealousy, burned straight towards him.

Upon seeing this, the God of Jealousy's expression changed. He knew very well that the God of Wrath's rage was like a leech, extremely difficult to deal with. If he were to be burned by that rage, he would likely be injured. Thinking of this, he immediately severed his connection with that wisp of energy. The fire only burned away that small portion of energy, but he remained unaffected.

Zhao Hai stood there, looking at the God of Jealousy, and laughed loudly: "You didn't think I had forgotten about you, did you? I've been on guard against you for a long time. You didn't really think that I only knew how to use brute force, did you? Let me tell you, the essence of strength is the combination of strength and gentleness. My strength can be very great, or it can be very soft, depending on what kind of strength is needed."

Zhao Hai's words made the God of Jealousy's face even uglier. He looked at Zhao Hai and said, "I'm not interested in your use of power." As he said this, his power increased once again, because he was jealous of Zhao Hai again.

The God of Wrath, however, paid no heed. He roared, "You're courting death!" With that, he threw another punch at Zhao Hai. He felt stronger than ever before. The God of Wrath knew perfectly well that this wasn't an illusion; his strength had indeed increased. The reason for this increase was that he was truly angry—angrier than ever before. His strength was undeniable, and he genuinely hadn't expected that even with his power reaching this level, Zhao Hai could still tease him like a child. How could he not be furious? This rage greatly amplified his power, making this punch significantly stronger than before.

Zhao Hai smiled slightly and said, "It's not certain who will die yet." After saying that, he threw another punch, and with a loud bang, his fist collided with the fist of the God of Wrath once again. This was the second time they had exchanged punches since they started fighting. The first time, the God of Wrath's fist was shattered, but this time, the God of Wrath's fist did not shatter, which clearly showed that his strength had indeed increased.

Zhao Hai took a step back, then abruptly turned his head to look in one direction. The God of Envy and the God of Wrath also looked in that direction. Just then, a figure slowly appeared. This person's appearance was different from that of the God of Envy and the God of Wrath. This person appeared sitting in a chair, with his legs crossed and his head slightly tilted back. Without even seeing this person's face, Zhao Hai knew instantly who this person was just by looking at his posture. This person must be the God of Pride, one of the Seven Deadly Sins.

The God of Pride arrived at the battlefield quickly. He glanced at Zhao Hai and the others, then his gaze fell on Zhao Hai. He then said, "You are Zhao Hai, right? I allow you to kneel before me and become my dog. Remember, this is your last chance."

Zhao Hai glanced at the God of Pride, then turned to look at the Gods of Jealousy and Wrath. He sighed and said, "I've just realized that you people here have really good tempers. This thing, you haven't even killed him yet, and you've let him live until now? No, if you can't kill him, then why don't you lock him up and torture him every day? Is it because of his strength? You can unite against me, why can't you unite to deal with him? I think this guy is more hateful than me, isn't he?"

The gods of jealousy and wrath were both taken aback by Zhao Hai's words. They then turned to look at the god of pride, and surprisingly, they didn't show any anger or rebuke Zhao Hai. It was as if they agreed with him. Zhao Hai, seeing their reactions, sighed and shook his head. He then glanced at the god of pride and said, "I'm really curious, why would someone as shameless as you exist?" (End of Chapter)