High Martial Arts: Gains one point of health per second, sweeping across the heavens.

The Lord of All Laws stood still, his cold, hard face revealing an extremely complex expression.

Su Jie's casual remark about "making it a round number" was as if killing eight eternal beings was no different from killing a stray dog ​​on the roadside.

He had lived for tens of thousands of epochs and never imagined that one day someone would negotiate with him in such a tone, using the lives of his subordinates to make up a round number.

He has lived for tens of thousands of epochs; what kind of scene hasn't he seen?

Those who once tried to control him were ultimately trampled under his feet.

He was all too familiar with this tactic: the other party makes a request, you fulfill it, and then they will make an even more outrageous request, gradually pushing you into a corner with no way out.

Su Jie can make him hand over eight Eight-Ring Eternal Powers now, and he can make him hand over more later, and eventually he can make him hand over the entire Temple of Myriad Laws.

He had seen and used this kind of tactic of pushing his luck far too many times.

So he suddenly realized that backing down was pointless.

The more he cooperates, the more he will be devoured, leaving not even bones behind.

Rather than being driven to the brink of despair step by step, it's better to take a gamble while there's still a glimmer of hope.

He raised his head, and his pupils, which had shrunk in fear, regained a fierce light.

His voice was hoarse when he spoke, but it carried a suppressed anger that was now rebounding.

"Su Jie, the Myriad Laws Holy Temple is not a fish to be slaughtered by you!"

His voice echoed in the empty space of the Hall of Punishments: "You're just relying on this talisman! It can suppress me, but can it really kill me?"

"I refuse to believe it! A mere talisman can truly kill Nine Wheels Eternity. Let's see how much power you can keep suppressing me!"

His words were like a stone thrown into an icy lake, stirring up ripples in the hearts of the Eight Eternals who were holding their breath and waiting for the outcome.

The death of Cangwu plunged their hearts into despair, but the Lord of All Laws' words rekindled a glimmer of hope within them.

Yes, it's just a talisman. How long can it suppress both them and the Nine Wheels of Eternity?

Once the power of the talisman weakens, how can Su Jie, a junior at the Supreme Realm, withstand the wrath of the Lord of All Laws?

Just as the Lord of All Laws finished speaking, a series of muffled impacts came from outside the Hall of Punishments.

The entire hall was being continuously bombarded from the outside by the restrictions created by the talisman in Su Jie's hand.

The dark runes on the wall surface flickered wildly, as if they were about to shatter at any moment.

The gazes of the eight eternal beings within the hall, enveloped in the light of the talismans, subtly shifted the moment they sensed the external commotion.

They could feel the impacts becoming more frequent and powerful.

At least dozens of eight-wheeled eternal auras are gathering outside the hall, along with an even larger number of seven-wheeled eternal auras, all working together to bombard the Hall of Punishments' sealing restrictions.

Some clenched their fists, some straightened their backs, and some looked away from Su Jie, exchanging glances with each other.

They were still in fear, still wavering, still thinking about whether to bow down and beg for mercy.

But the Lord of All Laws' words were like a lit fuse, reigniting the last bit of suppressed passion in their hearts.

When Su Jie said he was going to kill eight of them to make a round number, they were genuinely terrified. None of them knew if they would become the sacrifice handed over by the Palace Master.

But now the Lord of All Laws has not handed over the person.

Their temple master chose to fight head-on in the face of adversity, choosing to confront that junior from the Primordial Temple directly.

This allowed them to rediscover something.

A sense of shared hatred and indignation.

There was a collective tacit understanding that "with so many of us, are we afraid of a mere Supreme Realm kid?"

Someone finally couldn't hold back any longer and spoke up, their voice hoarse but carrying an uncontrollable fierceness:

"The Palace Master is right! It's just a talisman, how long can it suppress us? The people outside are bombarding the barrier. Once it breaks, with so many of us, are we afraid of just one person?"

Another voice followed, louder and louder, as if trying to overwhelm Su Jie in terms of momentum:

"Our Eight-Ring Eternals from the Temple of Myriad Laws will keep arriving, along with tens of thousands of Seven-Ring Eternals! Even if he has talismans, how could a mere junior at the Supreme Realm possibly kill us all?"

The remaining eight Eternals remained silent, but all their eyes were fixed on Su Jie, making their stance clear.

The Lord of All Laws stood in the center of the hall, sensing the will of the eight eternal beings reunited. A faint smile finally appeared on his cold, hard face.

He could feel the suppressive power of the talisman fading away in an extremely slow but continuous manner.

Sure enough, this power could not be sustained for long.

It's just a talisman; no matter how powerful it is, it's still just an inanimate object, and its stored power will eventually run out.

He just needs to hold on a little longer.

Once the suppressive power of the talisman has completely dissipated, that will be the time for him to retaliate and settle scores.

He wanted to see what Su Jie, a junior at the Supreme Realm, would use to stop his counterattack after losing the talisman.

The sounds of impact outside the Hall of Punishments were becoming increasingly intense. Someone was shouting something outside the hall, but it was difficult to hear clearly through the heavy suppression barrier. However, the shouts carried a sense of rapidly gathering momentum.

Su Jie could also clearly feel that the power of the talisman was slowly fading.

He frowned slightly.

To be honest, he did underestimate the resilience of the Temple of Ten Thousand Laws.

He thought that after killing Fa Wuji and Cangwu, and then revealing the talisman to suppress the Lord of All Laws, the remaining eight eternal beings should completely lose their will to resist.

Unexpectedly, these people still had some backbone. After realizing that they were going to be picked out one by one and killed to make up the round, they were instead aroused by a sense of shared hatred.

But thinking about it, it makes sense.

Who would willingly wait obediently when they're being slaughtered like a pig?

His casual remark about "making it a round number" made those eight-wheeled Eternals realize that even if they knelt down and begged for mercy today, Su Jie would not let them off easily.

Rather than waiting to be killed one by one, we might as well fight alongside the Lord of All Laws.

Begging for mercy means death, fighting desperately might save your life; everyone knows which choice to make.

However, he remained calm.

He never intended to rely solely on a single talisman to succeed.

If a fight really breaks out, he alone could tear down this Hall of Punishments and all those people outside.

So, we still need to reveal our true strength.

He narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the eight eternal beings who were regaining their fighting spirit, before returning to the Lord of All Laws' face, which held a slight smile, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

He said softly, "Hmm, you guys are indeed a bit tougher than I thought. I thought killing two of you would scare you out of your wits, but I didn't expect you to still grit your teeth and push forward. It's quite surprising."

"But you guys are so tough, I feel like I'm at a disadvantage. I originally wanted to save some trouble, but it seems like I can't now."