Deathstroke had taken on Black Panther's appearance solely for Shadow King to see, making it impossible for him to tell who was really dealing with him. By now, he had probably pinned the blame on the Avengers.
Whether it was Captain America earlier or Black Panther now, both were Avengers members, along with perhaps a few nearby Mutants at most.
Su Ming had no intention of making a move himself. The traits of his abilities were too distinctive; once he used them, his identity would likely be exposed. It was not time yet.
So Franklin was the one who acted this time.
The little boy's powers lacked somewhat in visual flair when activated. There were no flashing lights, much less any deafening noise. He merely raised a hand and clenched it, and Kuqua was frozen in midair, unable to move.
That three-part mouth could still open and close slightly, as though it wanted to say something. But Little Rich frowned and tightened his fist, turning those possible words into a scream.
"Quaaah!"
The god looked to be in great pain, but the boy with the bowl cut had a heart of iron and remained completely unmoved. He raised his other hand and began making motions in the air as though peeling an onion.
In the sky, Kuqua's rabbit ears were torn off just like that. Black blood began spraying everywhere, only to be swiftly washed away by the torrential rain.
Then the boy remotely pulled off his spider legs one by one, plucked out his eyeballs and front teeth, and removed his male organ.
A faint smile appeared on Franklin's face, like other children who enjoyed pulling the wings off bees or dragonflies. His toy was simply more high-end.
If it had been a Dimensional Demon God instead, Little Rich