The Vermilion Bird Great Demon's eyes flashed with a trace of fierceness. Gradually turning his head, he fixed a deadly stare at the robed, sword-bearing elder before him, his voice tinged with anger: "You just want me to be the guardian demon beast of Da Sui Sword Palace, don't you? Why beat around the bush? I'm sick of it already!"
Sixty years.
He had been trapped here for sixty years!
"This Sword Array does not suppress the person, but the intention."
Zhao Tongtian spoke calmly, "If you dissipate your killing intent and sit here peacefully, the Sword Array will not harm you in the slightest."
"Zhao, are you even a man?"
