I became Superman

The argument took place in an undeveloped tourist area of ​​Wuyi Mountain, where an exquisite temple is partially hidden among the trees.

Zhou Ming had discovered the temple earlier, but he hadn't found any high-level anomalies inside, so he didn't pay it any mind.

At this moment, the argument that was taking place in front of the temple gate caught his attention.

Four people were arguing in front of the mountain gate.

Two of them were dressed in pure white, just like the previous saints.

There were two people in white. One was a man around forty years old, with an unfathomable air, and the other was a woman of the same age, with a somewhat deranged expression.

The woman's cheeks were gaunt, her eyes bulged, and she had an unnatural sense of excitement about her.

Opposite these two were two young men and women.

The man looked to be in his mid-twenties, not very tall or strong, and was glaring angrily at the woman in white.

The girl beside him was not yet twenty years old and was constantly crying.

The woman in white glanced nervously at the male instructor beside her, then looked at her children and pleaded, "Wang Ping, Wang Hui, please stop making a scene here, okay?"

"This is a sacred place. If you cause trouble here, you will commit a grave sin and go to hell."

When Wang Ping heard that his mother was still stubbornly clinging to her beliefs, he immediately became hot-blooded and said, "What kind of holy place is this? This is the most sinful place!"

"If you don't want to go back, we won't force you. Just get your money back!"

"Because you secretly donated all the family's money to these charlatans, causing my father to die of a cerebral hemorrhage. Now my sister is about to go to university, and I have just graduated and need money right now."

"Don't you think about your family at all?"

Thinking of his father's resentful expression before his death, and the family's current predicament, Wang Ping trembled with anger.

Their family is considered to be of middle-class means. The father runs a small company and has accumulated more than ten million yuan in savings over the decades.

As a result, the money was secretly transferred by the mother to these charlatans.

Decades of hard work went down the drain, and Dad immediately passed away.

He and his sister are now struggling to make ends meet.

But this woman… he was even reluctant to call her Mom anymore… but this woman plunged into the mountains, as if that would make her forget everything.

It's not that easy!

So Wang Ping, along with his sister, chased them all the way here.

With her head bowed and eyes lowered, Wang Ma said in a tender tone, "How could I not have considered your needs? I did this precisely because I was thinking of you."

"Our family committed too many sins in our past lives, which is why your father died so young. There's nothing we can do about it."

"You two also had your tribulations. It was I who made offerings to the Heavenly Venerable to help you escape your tribulations, so that you could be alright."

"Your mother has done so much for you, yet you don't understand and instead come here to cause trouble, ruining your mother's spiritual practice. Do you have any conscience?"

Upon hearing his mother's explanation of his father's death, Wang Ping felt a surge of heat rush to his head, and his vision blurred with blood.

He gritted his teeth and said, "You charlatan, I'll fight you to the death!"

As he spoke, he rushed toward the man in white beside him.

The man in white paid no attention to Wang Ping's actions, instead revealing a sarcastic smile and making a hand gesture.

There was a loud bang.

A thin bolt of lightning struck Wang Ping on a clear day.

Wang Ping suddenly stiffened, convulsed, and collapsed to the ground.

This scene startled Wang Ma. She hurriedly knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly, and cried out, "Holy One, please don't be angry! They are all ignorant people who cannot recognize the greatness of the Heavenly Venerable. Please don't blame them!"

She turned to her son, still lying on the ground trembling slightly, and her stunned daughter, and said, "Do you see? This is the power of God!"

"God is real and true, why don't you quickly repent to God?"

Faced with this unexpected event, Wang Ping and Wang Hui were both briefly confused.

However, the resentment and anger in Wang Ping's heart made it difficult for him to calm down.

He glared at the white-robed saint and said, "What kind of bullshit god is he? Our family is in this state because of him!"

"Even if there really are gods in this world, even if this damn god strikes me dead with lightning, I still won't believe in him, and I won't submit to him!"

When Wang Ma heard her son utter such rebellious words, she was both shocked and frightened. Just as she was about to scold him, she suddenly heard someone next to her laugh and say, "Those words have power."

Wang Ma and the Sage were both startled and looked in the direction from which the sound came. They found that a man and a woman had appeared in an open space a dozen meters away from them.

The one who spoke just now was that man, while the woman glared at the saint with hatred.

Zhou Ming and Su Cheng walked over to the four of them.

Zhou Ming first checked Wang Ping's condition and confirmed that he was fine.

This white-robed saint was actually able to generate electricity, which surprised him.

This saint was not an anomaly; at least his physical structure was no different from that of a human.

His ability to generate electricity should be what Minglou said, which comes from the belief system of the Great Celestial Venerable.

The fact that a mortal could wield divine power through faith does indeed have a touch of mythology.

The sage looked at Zhou Ming solemnly and asked, "Who are you, and why are you here?"

Instead of answering, Zhou Ming asked, "Isn't it satisfying to summon lightning at will to punish those who disrespect you?"

The sage sneered, "I don't care who you are, this is not a place where you can act so recklessly!"

As he spoke, he made a hand seal, and more lightning bolts appeared out of thin air, sparks flying everywhere, all striking Zhou Ming.

These lightning bolts were like splashes of water hitting a reef, shattering into pieces and scattering in all directions.

When the white-robed saint saw that his signature move had failed to work, he was immediately horrified and unconsciously took a step back.

"You...you mustn't do this! This is God's territory!"

The saint, outwardly fierce but inwardly weak, shouted...

Zhou Ming shook his head and said, "They're as ruthless as wolves when bullying others, but as cowardly as lambs once they realize their own weakness. Ha."

A scarlet ray shot out from Zhou Ming's eyes.

The ray pierced through the white-robed saint, splitting the temple behind him in two.

The temple structure collapsed, and screams of alarm rang out from within.

Soon, countless people in white robes ran out of the collapsed temple.

Judging from the patterns on their clothing, most of these people, like Wang Ma, are ordinary people who have been bewitched, while some are members of the New Heavenly Court system of the Great Heavenly Venerable.

Ordinary believers are the providers of faith, while others are the consuming ones; the distinction is clear.

It's just that those who make the donations don't see this point.

Whether they were the providers or the predators, they all looked at Zhou Ming in horror, not understanding what had happened.

Behind Zhou Ming, Wang Ping and Wang Hui were also dumbfounded.

Everyone's heart pounded, and they remained silent.

Zhou Ming glanced at the man in white and asked, "Can anyone tell me where the Great Celestial Venerable is?"

No one spoke.

Zhou Ming turned his gaze to one of the occupiers, a bald man with a large belly. Judging from his clothes, he should be the caretaker of this temple.

"you say."

Zhou Ming stared directly at him.