Su Ming could not be bothered with the hungry demons crowding around, eager to sleep with him. He had far more self-control than Wade in that regard; at the very least, he would not let lust dictate his actions.
"Make them get lost, or I'll kill every last one of them."
He smiled as he gave Satana the order. These demonesses had clearly received meticulous training; their various extreme tastes made that obvious. Ordinary demons could never have thought up such things. If they died, Satana's losses would not be small.
"Did you hear him, bitches? Scatter already. How dare you disrespect the Sorcerer Supreme?"
Satana hurriedly waved them away, because she knew Deathstroke always did what he said. No matter how exquisite the physical pleasure those demons could offer humans, Deathstroke clearly had no interest in them.
Which was normal. He did not even care about a gorgeous beauty like her, even though her breasts had practically rubbed the skin off his arm.
Sigh. Mordo was clearly a regular customer of her girls. Kamar-Taj's senior disciple went to the Blood of Immortality brothel in the Main Dimension almost every week to have fun, so why was there such a vast difference between master and disciple?
The demonesses were not particularly afraid. They merely scattered with giggles and laughter. One particularly bold lady even turned back and flirted with Su Ming through several hundred compound eyes. If not for her fly-like head, her figure alone would have been worthy of a top model.
Rolling his eyes, Su Ming patted the hand Lady Death had looped around his arm. The three followed Satana toward her Chamber of Secrets.
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