In the secret chamber, there was only a wooden box, which Li Shiming opened with his divine thought.
As soon as the wooden box was opened, a plethora of enchanted needles flew out, making it impossible to dodge in the small space of the secret chamber.
Behind Li Shiming, a phantom of the Taiqing Xuan Turtle appeared. The needles hit his body, making a crisp sound before bouncing off to the ground.
His divine thought grabbed a needle; it was made of third-grade materials, but because the runes inscribed on it exceeded the maximum capacity of the material, the needle could only be used once.
However, its single use wielded enormous power, even reaching the attack strength of a high-level third-grade magical artifact.
If an ordinary Golden Core cultivator was caught off guard in such a sudden attack, they would likely perish instantly.
"Isn't this overcautious!" Li Shiming realized he had fallen for the opponent's trap and shook his head while saying so.
