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Donghua's figure was as fast as lightning, his sleeves rustled, and he tapped his feet lightly. With an indomitable spirit, he rushed towards the name that carried his own destiny. His movements were precise and fierce, like an eagle swooping down on a rabbit, without the slightest hesitation or slowness, so clean that it seemed to be able to cut through the stagnant air around him. The experience of touching the name in the past still remained deep in his memory, leaving a spark of hope in his heart.

However, this time, the fangs of fate were exposed early. When Donghua's fingertips were about to touch the familiar handwriting, a faint light suddenly appeared in the void, and an invisible shield that was almost transparent and glowed with a faint cold light suddenly rose from the ground, like a solid shield cast by heaven, and tightly protected Donghua's name. This shield seemed ethereal, but in fact it was extremely hard. The mysterious patterns on it were like a pair of cold eyes, looking down at Donghua from a high position.

The surroundings were terribly quiet, except for the faint halo of light emitted by the shield, which was like silent lips grinning with a hint of sarcasm. It mocked Donghua for overestimating his own abilities, and for trying to break through the barriers set by the heaven with his flesh and blood body; it mocked Donghua for dreaming, for challenging the boundless and irreversible supreme rules with his limited body, and for fantasizing that he could rewrite the predetermined thread of fate by grasping it lightly in his palm. Donghua frowned, but there was an unyielding fire burning in his eyes. He clenched his fists and stared at the name behind the shield. His eyes seemed to burn through the obstacles, and he refused to retreat even a step.

The Cang He sword in Donghua's hand suddenly burst into a deafening buzzing sound, as if an angry beast that had been imprisoned for thousands of years suddenly broke free from its chains and vented its anger. The sword body shook violently, and Donghua's entire arm was numb, but he was unaware of it. His body suddenly froze, and the next moment, his face, which had always been as calm as water, was completely distorted by shock and anger. His eyes were as big as copper bells, almost spitting fire, staring at the scene in front of him, his feet unconsciously leaving deep footprints on the ground, and the sadness in his heart surged: "How could this happen? Am I destined to be manipulated?" Disappointment was like ink, quickly dyeing his eyes dark.

"Is this your answer?" Donghua's neck veins bulged, and he roared, his voice hoarse as if it had been honed by sand and stone. When he spoke, he clenched his teeth, his cheeks bulged, and hatred surged in his heart: "I have fought for the people, and in the end I don't even have the power to decide my own fate?" Then, he took a big step forward, like a tiger out of a cage, "Is this the people you want to protect? The so-called justice is simply ridiculous!" His words were filled with anger, burning into the dead air around him.

The determination grew wildly in Donghua's heart, filling his chest in an instant. His five fingers were like iron clamps, tightly grasping the Cang He Sword, his knuckles "cracking" and almost turning white, with only one thought in his mind: "Even if I die, I will change my fate today!" After that, he raised his arms high, his muscles bulged, like a strong bow stretched to the extreme, and suddenly exerted force, the Cang He Sword was wrapped in a whistling wind, carrying a thousand pounds of force and slashing towards the Three Lives Stone fiercely. The blow did not break, Donghua was even more furious, pushing off the ground with his feet, leaping up with the force, the whole person was suspended in the air, holding the sword with both hands, and using all his strength to make another series of fierce slashes. Each sword burst out with a dazzling light, so bright that people could not open their eyes, but the name on the Three Lives Stone remained motionless. Donghua's eyes were red, and hatred was rampant: "I will never accept my fate, even if I am against heaven!"