At night.
It was as quiet as water.
The moonlight was like a thin veil, spreading over the small courtyard.
At this moment, a figure quietly appeared.
The person was big-bellied and wore tattered cotton clothes. A wine gourd hung from his waist, and his feet were bare. He was floating in the void.
It was the barefoot emperor.
"This should be the place." The Barefoot Emperor looked at the map in his hand and compared it carefully before placing it down.
A pair of bare feet landed on the ground, and the ground in front of the small courtyard was directly blasted into a huge pit.
The aura around the barefoot emperor was overwhelming and murderous.
He had already observed that there were only four ninth-stage Tribulation Transcendence ants in front of the small courtyard, and they were trampled to death with a single step!
"Who is it?"
