"I really miscalculated, just roll up the money and run, no loss anyway!"

"These fools' money is so easy to earn!" Black Moon Superior smiled at the corner of his mouth, having amassed a fortune in just a few days since his arrival in Fengxi Town, and even made the townspeople feel grateful to him!

"Alas... this Black Moon Superior is mostly a swindler... Who can make it rain at will? If he truly had such ability, he would have been taken in by the emperor long ago, why bother coming to such a poor and remote place?"

Most of the townsfolk were fanatically devout, worshipping him fervently, but there were a few educated ones who remained clear-headed, knowing that this Black Moon Superior was nothing but a charlatan.

But their voices were too weak to persuade the other fanatically worshipping townsfolk. To expose Black Moon Superior's tricks, they didn't need him to lift a finger—the townspeople, fearful of offending the immortal master, would beat them half to death. They could only sigh helplessly at the scene before them!

After today, Black Moon Superior will probably find an excuse to extort a fortune from Fengxi Town again. By the time he leaves, Fengxi Town will be nearly drained, adding insult to injury for the already struggling townspeople.

"This Black Moon Superior plays tricks like a god, but from my observations, he's not someone formidable. Deal with him, then leave." Su Changkong silently lowered his head and took out a mask from his bosom and put it on his face.

"Who's there?"

The Black Moon Superior on the stage suddenly opened his eyes, and the rest of the Taoist priests also looked on with alertness. They saw a figure pass through the crowd and leap straight onto the altar!

This person wore a crimson Ghost Face mask, his figure neither fat nor thin, but standing there, a faint murderous aura spread, making the rain even colder!

"Who are you? Get down, intending to bump into the immortal master?"

And the townspeople, many of them screamed in horror, fearing that this person of unknown identity would bump into Black Moon Superior and bring disaster to Fengxi Town!

"Black Moon Superior, it is rumored that members of the Black Lotus Sect have three heads and six arms, and are indestructible like the Vajra. Why not come over and let me, your master, give you a punch?"

Su Changkong, wearing the Ghost Face mask, deliberately lowered his voice to make it sound very deep, staring at Black Moon Superior with ill intentions.

Black Moon Superior sat cross-legged without moving, but his face turned icy. He was a member of the Black Lotus Sect, others avoided him like the plague, fearful of causing trouble and not daring to meddle in his affairs. But this man wearing the Ghost Face mask clearly meant no good!

Without needing orders from Black Moon Superior, four Taoist priests exchanged glances, coldness flashing in their eyes.

"Who is this idiot who knows nothing about life and death? Daring to challenge the authority of the immortal master!"

Two Taoist priests shouted and quickly accelerated, flanking Su Changkong from the left and right. They reached out their hands, deployed catching techniques, and grabbed at Su Changkong's arms.

The two Taoist priests precisely grabbed Su Changkong's arms, intending to forcefully dislocate Su Changkong's bones.

However, when the two Taoist priests exerted their strength, they could not budge Su Changkong's arm in the slightest. It was like two small children trying to shake a burly adult man, utterly futile!

"This is the kind of skill you bring against your master?" Su Changkong deliberately acted rough and furious. He snorted coldly, his arms trembled slightly like two dragons, a massive force emerged, causing the two priests, not far from entering the Internal Strength Realm, to moan in pain. Their fingers that grasped Su Changkong's arms were shattered by the vibration!

"Ouch!"

They were uncontrollably thrown backward, crashing onto the ground, wailing incessantly, unable to stand up for a long time.

The remaining two priests felt a chill in their hearts upon seeing this—the man in the Ghost Face mask was no ordinary Martial Artist, his strength unfathomable!

Black Moon Superior's eyes also showed seriousness. Such a capable person in this small town?

Black Moon Superior stood up and said in a deep voice, "You who dare to offend the Black Lotus World Venerable are destined to fall into hell, to endure the endless torment of eighteen kinds of cruel punishment!"

"Let me send you to hell first!"

Su Changkong laughed coldly. With a step, he was about to charge at Black Moon Superior.

Swish swish swish!

Black Moon Superior was quick. He raised his duster in his right hand, and within it, a wisp of fine silver light flitted by—it was three small silver needles, hidden among the filaments of the duster, like dark arrows that hurt people by surprise.

With Su Changkong's speed and agility, he could avoid them, but it might inadvertently injure the ordinary civilians below. Therefore, he ran Turtle Breathing True Qi, concentrating it onto his sleeve, and brushed it aside, bringing forward a gust of wind.

"Pffft pffft pffft!"

The three silver needles were struck and fell to the ground, embedding in the wooden platform.

"Shattered Gold Palm!"

But at the same time, Black Moon Superior, moving with silent swift steps, had already closed in on Su Changkong. His left palm, infused with a faint golden light, smashed through the air, with a force that was bold and tyrannical, striking straight at Su Changkong's abdomen.

"Thump!"

His palm struck Su Changkong's abdomen, making a muffled sound, yet Su Changkong stood unmoved, whereas Black Moon Superior shivered, feeling as if Su Changkong's body was like an iron-clad copper wall. His palm could split a huge rock, but it couldn't shake Su Changkong at all, and instead, his own arm went numb from the shock!

"Too weak... not even at the Divine Strength Realm?"

Su Changkong raised his eyebrows. He had achieved the Body Refinement Great Achievement Divine Bravery Stage, and the muscles beneath his skin had undergone a second growth; even the mightiest blows felt like mere tickling to him.