Humans were undoubtedly the darkest, most calculating race in the universe.
Compared with many alien races, humans were far less simple and honest, because their desires were too complicated, and so were their hearts.
In the original universe, there were only seven emotions. Even the number of Lantern Corps showed that virtually all creatures in the universe fell within those emotional categories.
Yet humanity had forcefully nurtured the spirit of White Light on Earth, and later even created Invisible Spectrum, representing regret and despair. Those were emotions Aliens could never play with.
Rao, standing before him now, did indeed appear generous and godlike. When the human questioned him, he answered with patience.
He seemed to be planning to recruit Su Ming as one of his followers?
Unfortunately, Su Ming, as a transmigrator, did not believe in religion at all. Though his previous life had been somewhat miserable, he had still grown up under the red flag. How could he possibly worship a superstitious idol?
He did not even believe in Oshtur, an Earth Ancient God. Why would he believe in Rao, some Alien?
The Kryptonian God had been watching Deathstroke's every move. He had probably forgotten to look at the Kryptonite spire not far from Deathstroke. While the two had been talking, that weapon had continued to grow thicker and larger. It was now as thick as the moon, but from its particular position in space, with nothing nearby for comparison, it was not conspicuous.
Both sides smiled warmly as they gazed deeply into each other's eyes, but Su Ming secretly had Strangle hook onto that towering pillar and fired it at Rao like a slingshot.
Even as he launched the attack, Deathstroke kept smiling, as though he were not the one trying to kill someone.
"Boom!!!"
The massive Kryptonite