Turning Hostile at the Drop of a Hat

"I'll handle the negotiations later. You only need to watch."

Odin took long strides. Though the old man was visibly aged, he remained strong and towering. That was what he told Su Ming on the Bifrost.

"How much did they see?"

That was all Su Ming cared about. If Those Who Sit Above In Shadow had seen everything, what was the point of deceiving them? They might as well find a way to restart the universe.

Odin turned his head slightly, his beard fluttering in the wind.

"That is the problem. I don't know how much they saw."

"Wonderful. Then you should let me do the talking. We Sorcerer Supremes are always more flexible-minded."

Su Ming objected to Odin's arrangement. It was completely inappropriate.

Those Who Sit Above In Shadow knew Odin far too well. They might even know every single person in Asgard.

Compared to him, Su Ming's identity still offered some advantages. His thought processes and habits were harder for them to predict, and Tenth Metal could shield his mind from probing methods.

Those Who Sit Above In Shadow had never created anything, nor were they products of creation. From this, Su Ming deduced that they had no way of dealing with the Creation Metal next door.

Odin's gaze shifted to Deathstroke. First, he looked at his heavy armor, then at his greatsword.

"You are a warrior."

"Not just a warrior. I'm also the Sorcerer Supreme."

The greater the ability, the more choices one had. For now, Su Ming chose to shoulder the burden for a while.

"Of the Main Dimension. You forgot that qualifier." Odin pointed at Magik and the others following behind them, still dragging Deadpool's corpse. "That little girl is also a Sorcerer Supreme, simply because she has stronger spellcasting abilities in her own dimension