Hearing this, Wang Damao was stunned for a moment. Then, he steadied his mind and looked intently at Wu Tian.
As expected, despite being hit by such a fierce attack, Wu Tian was still standing in place, appearing unharmed.
That spear of wind seemed to him like nothing more than a strong gust of wind, having no effect whatsoever.
This situation not only shocked Wang Damao but also dumbfounded Chen Di.
While this move was not his trump card, it was still one of his more powerful techniques. He had originally thought that using this move against Wu Tian would be more than enough, but how could it have no effect at all?
Wu Tian looked at him indifferently and said, "Is this all you can do, these harmless moves? If this is all you've got, then you shouldn't come here to embarrass yourself."
"If I'm not mistaken, your Three-Revolutions Golden Immortal cultivation was forcibly boosted, wasn't it?"
"In terms of true combat ability, you're probably only at the level of a Two-Revolutions Golden Immortal."
These words made Chen Di tremble with fear.
Because Wu Tian had not spoken a single word incorrectly; he had indeed advanced through external means and was not a true Three-Revolutions Golden Immortal.
But the more Wu Tian spoke like this, the more enraged he became, his chest feeling as if it were about to be burned through by flames.
He said darkly, "Kid, you seem quite extraordinary. It appears I underestimated you."
"But so what? No matter what you do, your strength won't surpass mine. You're not qualified to put on a show in front of me today!"
"Next, I'll let you truly see what my real strength is!"
After saying this, Chen Di's aura suddenly surged, and his grey robe billowed out as if a blower was hidden inside.
His expression looked somewhat pained, and for a moment, a fierce wind surged from all directions, scattering the wine tables into disarray.
Everyone was almost blown away by the gale, and it was only with Bai Ruoqi's protection that they managed to remain standing.
Their expressions became filled with terror, as if Chen Di were a mythical wind god.
This was a power that humans could not possibly contend with!
The gale condensed in Wu Tian's palm, then swirled into an invisible ball of wind.
The wind ball spun faster and faster, as if anyone who got too close would be torn to shreds by its fierce aura.
When the wind ball was fully formed, Chen Di said venomously, "Kid, your death is imminent."
"With your strength, you absolutely cannot block this move of mine. If you have any regrets, go and regret them in hell!"
Wu Tian said indifferently, "Not much skill, but quite a commotion. To put it plainly, it's still just an Immortal-grade Immortal Technique."
"I advise you not to speak too boldly, lest you slap yourself in the face too quickly and hurt your pride."
These taunting words were like pouring oil on Chen Di's burning rage.
He was so angry his lungs felt like they would explode, and he roared:
"You like talking so much, don't you? Now I'll smash your tongue to pieces!"
With that, boundless madness surged into Chen Di's eyes, and he hurled the wind ball fiercely towards Wu Tian!
At this moment, the wind ball let out a piercing shriek and then, enveloped in a hurricane, surged towards Wu Tian.
Wu Tian's expression remained utterly calm, his eyes so serene that no amount of wind could stir a ripple within them.
As the wind ball approached his face, its previously robust momentum seemed to falter, as if its fire had been extinguished, and it abruptly stopped advancing.
"How can this be?!"
Chen Di, who had thought he saw the dawn of victory, trembled violently at this sudden turn of events, his eyeballs nearly popping out of their sockets.
He desperately tried to channel his immortal energy into the wind ball.
But for some reason, the wind ball seemed to have lost its connection to him, showing no reaction at all.
Wu Tian smiled faintly and said, "Is this your trump card? Stop embarrassing yourself."
"Master or disciple, it's all the same to me."
"If you want to oppose me, you'll need to train for a few hundred more years."
Seeing Wu Tian's nonchalant demeanor, Chen Di felt his muscles constrict, and even his heart seemed to lose its vitality.
Knowing he was no match for Wu Tian, he turned to flee, only to find his legs stuck to the ground as if glued, unable to move even his body.
He looked at Wu Tian in horror, his cry sounding particularly distorted, "What did you do to me? What do you want?!"
Wu Tian smiled faintly and said, "What, are you scared?"
"Since you know fear, why did you provoke me in the first place?"
"Don't worry, I won't use my own methods against you, but since you've offended me, you should pay the corresponding price."
"How about you try your own move? What do you think of that suggestion?"
Chen Di had not yet grasped the meaning of Wu Tian's words.
Suddenly, a sharp whistling sound cut through the air.
Then, the wind ball that had been suspended before Wu Tian's eyes actually turned and attacked him!
Chen Di could never have dreamed that Wu Tian could do such a thing.
This was his trump card, and he knew its power intimately, so he hastily shouted, "Wait, wait!"
But Wu Tian had no intention of letting him go. In the blink of an eye, the wind ball struck Chen Di fiercely.
With a loud explosion, the wind ball suddenly burst, transforming into a gale that swept Chen Di into its embrace.
In an instant, hundreds, even thousands, of wind currents sliced through Chen Di's body like sharp blades.
Chen Di let out a series of screams, flying directly into the air, blood scattering like willow catkins.
Witnessing such a brutal scene, the villagers were too terrified to speak, momentarily believing they were in hell, and Chen Di was a demon undergoing punishment.
It was a thousand cuts, nothing less.
After nearly a minute, Chen Di finally fell from the air, landing on the ground with a thud.
His clothes were almost in tatters, and the exposed skin was covered in wounds, with not a single piece of intact flesh visible.
Wu Tian showed no pity, instead clicking his tongue and saying, "It seems this move of yours is quite powerful. I must have misjudged you."
Chen Di's ears buzzed, and he could no longer hear anything clearly.
After suffering such grievous injuries, he was no different from being dead, with only a faint trace of life remaining in his body.
Seeing that Chen Di had become a dead fish, Wu Tian then looked at Wang Bao, smiled, and said, "Hey, Brother Bao, your helper is out of commission. Do you have any other moves?"
"If not, then let's talk about a refund."
"After all, your lives are not worth as much to me as the offerings that Peach Blossom Village has made to you."