# Chapter 1495: The Arrogant Yan Di
After speaking, Yan Di's body finally rose into the air, stepping into the void amidst the clouds. His gaze fell on Qi Huang as he said, "I, the Emperor, am a newly ascended Martial Emperor and am not yet familiar with this realm. Could you give me some time to master my power?"
Qi Huang took a step forward, his gaze icy cold. Give him time to familiarize himself with the Martial Emperor realm? Was that possible? Now was the time to catch him off guard and strike.
After that single step, the power of Space Law filled the void. Qi Huang's body vanished, and when he reappeared, the space around Yan Di trembled, firmly sealed shut.
"Oh?" Yan Di furrowed his brows, spinning his body once in the void as if somewhat flustered, unsure how to strike.
"Bind!" A cold shout rolled forth. The void tightened, and in an instant, Yan Di seemed bound by the power of Space Law. Then Yan Huang stepped forward again, his palm slashing out. Terrifying Law power severed space, tearing open cracks, intending to split Yan Di apart.
Martial Emperors wielded Law power. Even without closing in, they could use the Laws they controlled to launch terrifying attacks. However, to unleash the strongest force of the Laws, naturally, the closer the distance, the stronger the power—at least, this was the case when they lacked powerful Law-based divine abilities.
Just as Qi Huang's attack was about to strike Yan Di, the seemingly flustered and chaotic Yan Di suddenly calmed down. He stomped his foot on the ground, and instantly, a ring of flame patterns appeared. Terrifying Flame Law power descended upon them, and the raging Flame Law incinerated and shattered the void that had bound him.
"Boom!" Yan Di stomped again, and layers of patterns enveloped the entire void. The crowd below saw a terrifying flame pattern appear in the sky, seemingly capable of amplifying Flame Law power.
At this moment, Yan Di held a Demon Lotus in his hand, his palm imprinting outward, colliding with the giant blade slashed by Qi Huang. Strands of Law power spread out, lighting up the patterns beneath his feet.
Qi Huang seemed to sense a threat. Space Law rippled around him, and his body suddenly turned ethereal.
"Entangle!" Yan Di shouted in a low voice. Strands of dark flame from the Demon Lotus coiled around Qi Huang's body. They didn't possess destructive power but firmly locked onto his form.
"Rise!" Yan Di shouted again. The terrifying flame patterns seemed to come alive, rolling upward and shooting into the void at an inconceivable speed.
"Boom!" Endless flames erupted from the entire pattern, surging toward heaven and earth, setting the entire sky ablaze. Nothing above could evade; everything would be destroyed in the flames of this pattern.
A void light screen suddenly appeared around Qi Huang's body as he tried to sink into nothingness. But Yan Di sneered coldly, and the flame patterns grew even brighter. The void was incinerated, and the sky above—the entire heaven and earth—turned into nothingness, a true void space. Under this flame, space itself seemed to become exceptionally fragile, with large swaths being burned away.
The people below twitched inwardly. Especially those Martial Emperors who held grudges against Yan Di—the look in their eyes was particularly ugly. Was this the strength a newly ascended Martial Emperor should possess?
They could sense that, purely in terms of Law strength, Yan Di was indeed much weaker than Qi Huang. But with a single step, he could lay down flame patterns that amplified Law power, causing the raging flames to burn away even space itself. Even if Qi Huang hid within the void space, he was still within the attack range of the flames.
"This space is so fragile before a Pseudo-Emperor," Lin Feng's heart trembled. Space was too fragile; a large area was being burned away in the flames.
The void light screen around Qi Huang's body was also eroded and incinerated. His body was about to be engulfed by the flames.
The sound of bloodline power churning filled the air. A terrifying void diagram appeared within Qi Huang's body, wrapping around him. Space Law power, pushed to its extreme, spread out. The diagram carried his body out of the flame attack zone, landing in a distant place. He stared at Yan Di with an icy gaze.
Yan Di took a small step forward. The flames gradually extinguished. A fierce storm raged in the void space, and then space slowly healed. But now, when the crowd looked at Yan Di again, their gazes carried caution and wariness. Was he really unskilled in controlling Law power?
None of the Martial Emperors present dared to claim they were better at controlling Law power than this Daoist. His Law power might not be strong, but his control was absolutely terrifying.
"Why are you standing so far away? I, the Emperor, was just practicing. Did you really think I would kill you?" Yan Di said mockingly, leaving Qi Huang speechless.
"I'll be your practice target!" Suddenly, a wild hurricane tore through the void. Peng Huang transformed into a golden thread, charging at Yan Di at a speed the crowd's eyes couldn't follow.
"Feather-brained bird, I'll grant your wish!" Yan Di shouted coldly, taking several steps in succession. The void became chaotic, and endless flames surged toward Peng Huang. Peng Huang let out a sharp cry, his wings cutting through the flames. At the same time, his other wing slashed directly at Yan Di, sharper than any blade or sword, forged from pure gold. The dual Law powers of Gold Law and Wind Law erupted, capable of cutting through anything.
To everyone's shock, Yan Di didn't retreat from Peng Huang's attack. Stepping on the flame patterns, he moved swiftly toward the center of the massive wing, appearing tiny—as if the wing could instantly crush him to death.
The flame diagram imprinted on Yan Di's palm. His fist punched forward calmly, even against the wing forged from pure gold. Rolling pattern flames spread over his fist, striking the indestructible golden wing.
"Thump!" The crowd felt their hearts skip a beat. Then they saw Yan Di's body flung backward, retreating tens of thousands of meters in an instant. But Peng Huang let out a furious roar. The crowd saw that at the spot where Yan Di's fist had struck, the pure gold feathers had been stripped away, leaving only flesh and golden blood continuously flowing out. Strands of Flame Law power were still spreading within the wound, a shocking sight.
"The strongest defense of the Eight Wastelands has been broken," the crowd thought to themselves. Peng Huang was known as the fastest and most defensively powerful in the Eight Wastelands Realm, and his wings were the hardest part of his entire body. Yet even that had been broken, with golden blood seeping out—a testament to how terrifying Yan Di's attack was.
Of course, only Peng Huang himself knew how his golden wings had been breached. Yan Di's attack ignored his wings, with Law power directly imprinting into the wing's interior, eroding the tendons and meridians within, then spreading from the inside out, destroying the defense of his pure gold wings.
"Feather-brained bird, your defense is passable. I only cooked one piece of meat," Yan Di said in a low voice. But no one dared to mock Yan Di in their hearts anymore. This bastard Daoist might be flippant, but his strength was truly terrifying.
Even Peng Huang couldn't firmly suppress him. Among the assembled Emperors, there was definitely no one else who could kill this Daoist. It seemed the old grudge from when the Eight Wastelands were tricked by the Daoist in Snow Moon was beyond their ability to avenge.
"The fall of Yan Huang is a disaster for the Eight Wastelands Realm, and even more so for the Flame Mountain. Now that a fellow Daoist has achieved the Imperial Throne in the Flame Mountain, this is a joyous occasion. Especially in the current precarious state of the Eight Wastelands, this is even more precious. Why don't you all put aside your grudges for now?" Yu Huang spoke at this moment. Yan Di's strength was formidable; he could try to win him over to jointly resist the Emperor-Slaying Alliance.
"That's right. I also had a conflict with this fellow Daoist in the past. But since he has now become an Emperor, those trivial past matters are not worth mentioning. Why don't you all turn hostility into friendship?" Wen Huang chimed in to echo.
"Hmph, what if he is originally a member of the Emperor-Slaying Alliance, here to take control of this Flame Mountain?" Qi Huang snorted coldly, trying to deal with Yan Di.
"Even if your Qi family is part of the Emperor-Slaying Alliance, he is not," Lin Feng said coldly, causing Qi Huang's sharp gaze to shoot toward him.
"You little bastard, this is my business. Why are you meddling?" Yan Di glared at Lin Feng. He hadn't had enough practice yet.
"You old immortal, can't you just behave yourself?" Lin Feng glared back at Yan Di. The two stared at each other, neither backing down.
"Lin Feng, do you know each other?" Yu Huang looked at Lin Feng and asked.
"Master, you know him too," Lin Feng said with a grin. Yu Huang probably wouldn't guess that this guy was the Qiongqi who often wandered around the Nine Heavens.
"You little bastard, try saying that!" Yan Di suddenly shouted, glaring at Lin Feng.
This left Yu Huang confused. Then Lin Feng glanced at Yan Di with contempt. This guy was still afraid of losing face.
"This person is called Pseudo-Emperor. He likes to exaggerate and calls himself 'I, the Emperor.' He is a friend of your disciple and came to the Eight Wastelands Realm with me," Lin Feng said without exposing Yan Di. This made Yu Huang laugh. Seeing how Yan Di and Lin Feng interacted, it was clear they had a deep friendship. In that case, he couldn't let others touch Yan Di.
"So you are friends. Fellow Daoist, since Yan Huang of the Flame Mountain has fallen, why don't you stay and take charge of the Flame Mountain? What do you think?" Yan Di glared at Lin Feng. This bastard actually said he liked to brag—how outrageous.
"I, the Emperor, was just thinking the same thing. From now on, I am the master of the Flame Mountain. If these blind fools don't get out of my territory, I wouldn't mind visiting their homes someday," Yan Di's calm voice carried an undisguised threat, causing the Martial Emperors' expressions to freeze. Another barefooted one. The Flame Mountain wasn't even his territory; he was just taking it over. Naturally, he wouldn't care too much about it. If they wanted to drag things out with him, they couldn't afford to.
However, the people of the Flame Mountain actually hoped Yan Di would stay. Having a Martial Emperor in charge was better than nothing. At least the Flame Mountain wouldn't be erased from the Eight Wastelands one day. This man also cultivated fire and called himself Yan Di, which was somewhat similar to Yan Huang!