Daughter of the Demon

Seeing that her identity had been exposed, the woman stopped pretending. Two small pointed horns emerged from her forehead, and her eyes turned pitch-black in an instant.

Demons had no whites in their eyes, only two ink-black voids.

But even after returning to her demonic form, she was still no match for Deathstroke in terms of strength. She struggled a few times, yet could not break free.

"Who exactly are you?"

She gradually calmed down and lay there quietly as though she had resigned herself to her fate, her probing gaze never leaving Su Ming.

Su Ming released her as well. He had only been fooling around with her before; now was not the time to create more trouble.

"Then I'll give you one more chance to guess." As soon as he spoke, black-and-yellow armor spread across his body. The tie around his neck transformed into a black cloak, lifting him into the air.

Moonlight streamed through the window glass and into the room, and the messy interior seemed to plunge to freezing temperatures in an instant.

"Deathstroke?!" The woman rolled off the bed and put some distance between them, pulling up a bedsheet to cover herself. "Why have you come to my place instead of staying at Kamar-Taj?"

"No, the Main Dimension is my place. I don't recall ever allowing Hell Lords to wander around the Main Dimension." Su Ming smiled and pointed at her. This woman was another Hell Lord.

"My situation is special. Ancient One allowed me to remain in the Main Dimension." The woman opened her mouth and invoked Ancient One's name.

The armor faded from Su Ming's body, and he landed on the floor. Brushing rubble from the bed, he casually sat down on it.

"I know. That's why I only got intimate with you