At the same time, Lin Yi could hear the Emperor's slightly angry roar ringing in his ears:
"Scram!!!"
Watching as the golden boot, fitting up to a size thirty-six at most, was about to smash into his face, Lin Yi silently cursed his bad luck.
Although the shoe didn't stink at all, and even smelled quite nice, getting hit by it would still hurt.
But just as the boot was about to hit Lin Yi's face, suddenly Lin Yi's figure moved.
His feet inexplicably traced a few circles, and then his body followed with a strange pose.
With an outstretched hand, he still managed to catch the boot.
This not only stunned the Emperor but left Lin Yi himself in shock as well.
Holding the golden boot in his hand, he couldn't recover his wits for quite some time.
What had he just done??
How did he dodge that?
And, why did the footwork he used just now feel so odd yet somewhat familiar??
While Lin Yi was in a daze, the Emperor was somewhat shocked.
