907, swallowing a Golden Core into my stomach, my fate is controlled by me, not by heaven.

"Buzz—"

Before the Heavenly Roaring Sect's powerhouse's palm even touched the three-foot-long sword implanted in the ground, the sword had already started vibrating.

The white-bearded elder's expression changed, his hand unable to press down any further.

He infused his body with the power of qi and blood, adding three times the strength, yet he found he still couldn't advance an inch.

At that moment, a hint of fear appeared on his face.

This sword was stronger than he had anticipated.

On the other side, another white-bearded elder's palm had reached above Han Muye's head.

At this moment, his palm couldn't advance further either.

Above the illusory Dao Fruit of Han Muye, layers of nebulous golden light were fending off his palm.

To everyone present, both Heavenly Roaring Sect powerhouses seemed to be moving slowly forward, as if blocked by an immense force.

"Power of the Great Dao?" Wu Tangyue furrowed his brows.