Bringing The Farm To Live In Another World - Chapter 16511

Chapter 16509. The God of Pride

Zhao Hai watched the two arguing, a smile involuntarily appearing on his face. At that moment, the God of Wrath abruptly turned to look at Zhao Hai, then coldly snorted, “What are you laughing at? Don’t run away if you dare.”

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

Upon hearing Zhao Hai’s words, the flames in the God of Wrath’s eyes seemed to intensify. He looked at Zhao Hai and said, “Good, you’ve got guts.” A flash of red light appeared, and the next moment he was in front of Zhao Hai, throwing a punch straight at him. His fist was covered in flames, as if his entire fist was on fire.

Zhao Hai looked at the incoming fist and also suddenly stretched out his hand, throwing a punch. A loud boom followed as the two fists collided.

Zhao Hai’s hand immediately burst into flames. Looking at his burning hand, Zhao Hai’s face remained expressionless. He simply waved his hand, and the flames on his hand extinguished instantly.

The hand from which the God of Wrath’s fist collided with Zhao Hai’s had vanished. His fist was shattered, but the God of Wrath showed no sign of pain. He glanced at the missing hand, and in the next instant, countless flames erupted from his arm, then coalesced into a new hand. 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!” He was about to attack Zhao Hai.

Zhao Hai looked at him and smiled slightly, saying, “Now I understand why you couldn’t defeat the God of Envy. It’s because you’ve only barely mastered the power of rage, far less than the God of Envy’s mastery of the power of jealousy. Your attack just now wasn’t truly angry; it was just a feeling of anger that prevented you from unleashing your full power.”

Zhao Hai’s words startled the God of Wrath, and his expression changed drastically. He roared, “Nonsense! You’re courting death!” He then threw another punch at Zhao Hai.

Zhao Hai parried the fist, preventing it from harming him. Zhao Hai nodded, saying, “Not bad, much better, but not enough.”

Hearing this, the God of Wrath became even angrier and threw another punch at Zhao Hai. Zhao Hai again parried, deflecting the punch. Although the God of Wrath’s fist was always engulfed in flames, the flames seemed to have no effect on Zhao Hai. Seeing this, the

God of Jealousy’s eyes flashed with a glint of light. He hadn’t expected Zhao Hai to be so strong. He knew very well that the God of Wrath was no weaker than him, especially his rage—not the emotion, but the flames emanating from him. This rage was extremely domineering; once it touched someone, it was difficult to extinguish. The God of Jealousy was very wary of rage, but Zhao Hai? He seemed completely unconcerned; the flames had no effect on him whatsoever. This meant that Zhao Hai’s strength was likely greater than his.

Thinking of this, the jealousy within him surged again, making him even stronger. He decided to 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 await his revenge. Zhao Hai’s strength was undeniable; if he truly sought revenge, their lives would be miserable.

The God of Jealousy knew very well that Zhao Hai had once said something quite true: while gods couldn’t die, they could be injured, and injuries would affect their strength. If they continued to be injured, their strength would steadily decline until they had nowhere left to retreat. Although they wouldn’t die, their strength would continuously decrease, and eventually, not only Zhao Hai, but anyone else could subdue them.

The God of Jealousy was well aware that if any of them were captured by another god, they would face endless imprisonment and torture—a fate worse than death.

Therefore, he had to act, joining forces with the God of Wrath to subdue and imprison Zhao Hai. Only then could he feel at ease. Furthermore,

by capturing and imprisoning Zhao Hai, he could thoroughly study him and see if he could find a way to kill him. If he could discover a way to kill Zhao Hai, it would mean that other gods could also be killed. If that were the case, he could roam freely in the divine realm.

So, whatever the reason, he had to take action. While Zhao Hai was fighting the God of Wrath, he would strike directly and subdue Zhao Hai. Only in this way could he deal with Zhao Hai.

Thinking of this, the God of Jealousy moved, but he didn’t act on his own. Instead, he mobilized his power. A surge of energy composed of black smoke, like a black snake, slowly coiled around Zhao Hai’s back. This power was extremely concealed, without even a trace of energy fluctuation.

Soon, the power reached Zhao Hai’s back, but it didn’t immediately attack. Instead, it remained dormant. A few breaths later, just as the God of Wrath threw a punch at Zhao Hai, and Zhao Hai tried to dodge it, the energy composed of black smoke, like a rope, suddenly shot out and wrapped around Zhao Hai’s leg.

Just as the God of Jealousy thought he was about to succeed, he heard Zhao Hai’s voice: “Good timing, I’ve been waiting for you.” With that, Zhao Hai’s movements suddenly quickened, and the God of Jealousy felt a force guiding his own power, sweeping towards the God of Wrath.

The God of Wrath couldn’t dodge in time and was instantly entangled by the force. The God of Jealousy was startled, then his expression changed. At this point, the God of Wrath was already on the verge of losing his mind due to Zhao Hai’s rage, and now, entangled by the God of Jealousy’s power, he roared, “You’re courting death!” The next moment, a raging fire erupted from his body, burning towards him along with the God of Jealousy’s energy.

Upon seeing this, the God of Jealousy’s expression changed drastically. He knew all too well that the God of Wrath’s rage was like a persistent 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 had only burned away that small portion of energy, leaving him unaffected.

Zhao Hai stood there, looking at the God of Jealousy, and laughed loudly, “You didn’t think I’d forgotten about you, did you? I’ve been on guard against you all along. You didn’t really think I only possessed brute force, did you? Let me tell you, the essence of power is a balance of strength and flexibility. My power can be immense, or it can be incredibly gentle, depending on the need.”

Zhao Hai’s words made the God of Jealousy’s expression 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 more, because he was once again consumed by jealousy towards Zhao Hai.

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 his genuine anger—an unprecedented anger. His strength was undeniable, and he truly hadn’t expected that even with his current level of power, Zhao Hai could still toy with him like a child. How could he not be furious? This rage greatly amplified his power, making his punch significantly stronger than before.

Zhao Hai smiled slightly and said, “Who dies is still uncertain.” He then threw another punch, and with a resounding boom, his fist collided with the God of Wrath’s fist once more. This was their second exchange of blows since they began fighting. The first time, the God of Wrath’s fist shattered, but this time, it remained intact. Clearly, 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 quickly arrived at the battlefield. He glanced at Zhao Hai and his group, then his gaze settled on Zhao Hai. He said, “You’re Zhao Hai, aren’t you? I’ll 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 Envy and Wrath. He sighed and said, “I’ve just realized that you people here have really good tempers. This thing, and you haven’t even killed him yet? You’ve let him live until now? No, if you can’t kill him, then why don’t you lock him up and keep him alive all day?” Torture him? 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!”

The God of Envy and the God of Wrath were both taken aback by Zhao Hai’s words. Then they both turned to look at the God of Pride. Surprisingly, they didn’t show any anger or reprimand Zhao Hai; it was as if they agreed with him. Looking at them, Zhao Hai sighed and shook his head. Then he turned to the God of Pride and said, “I’m really curious, why would someone as shameless as you exist?” (End of Chapter)