"Ten thousand years? Why doesn't he just rob us!"
Dai Mu Bai roared, feeling as though he had been robbed.
Tang San was equally speechless beside him, feeling that Su Ming was asking far too much.
Back when he had inherited the Sea God Divine Seat, the other members of the Shrek Seven Monsters who had undergone the trials with him had not received anywhere near such generous rewards.
Ning Rongrong's red-tier trial had only increased all her Soul Rings by less than ten thousand years from start to finish, and her first two Soul Rings had still remained at the thousand-year level.
Moreover, she had only been a seven-ring Soul Master at the time.
The current Gods of War, aside from Su Ming, were all nine-ring Soul Masters.
They wanted Black Tier Five Trials, and every Soul Ring had to be raised by at least ten thousand years.
The cost of that was fully comparable to Ning Rongrong's top-tier Seven Trials.
And those had been the Sea God's top-tier Seven Trials, from a Quasi-God King.
Dai Mu Bai's body trembled with rage.
Even with the previous God of War's inheritance, along with the Faith he had accumulated over the past ten thousand years, he could at most provide such rewards to ten people.
That was only because he did not need to worry about finding an heir. Otherwise, those reserves would only have been enough to cultivate a single successor.
There was no way Dai Mu Bai could agree to such terms.
Because this was a bottomless pit.
After all, the War God Temple already had six Gods of War. Who knew how many more there would be if the war continued?
Dai Mu Bai had seized the War God Temple's Faith to reap benefits, not to subsidize it