```
Ding ding ding...!!
Raindrop-like collision sounds burst upon Li Chengyi's body.
All the red needles seemed to strike a remarkably hard alloy plate, leaving only shallow punctures on the surface of the Floral Dress.
Soon, the needle rain faded and stopped.
Hiss!
Li Chengyi pulled out the Golden Sword that had pinned him down and stood up.
Little by little, fine purple fragments fell from his body – remnants of the Wisteria Floral Dress.
"Reached the limit already?"
He looked down and spotted the clue; the Floral Dress was slowly breaking apart, falling into countless fragments.
The fragments scattered like sand in the wind, bursting into innumerable Wisteria Petals in mid-air.
Before the petals could fully reach the ground, they faded away as if illusory.
Just then, countless red needles rose above his head, converging into a new needle rain that was about to fall once again.
