Because the form the Heavenly Emperor had taken at this moment was exactly identical to Zhao Xiaoxiang's. And unlike Gu Cheng before, who had merely resembled Zhao Cheng in appearance, the Zhao Xiaoxiang manifested by the Heavenly Emperor was alike not only in looks, but even in her aura of origin was nearly identical.
Yet compared to Zhao Xiaoxiang, who was still a hair's breadth away from becoming a Great Sovereign, the Heavenly Emperor was trillions upon trillions of times mightier—a life-form that simply did not exist on the same dimension.
But even such an immense disparity in the level of their lives could not change the fact that their auras of origin were the same, that they shared the same source.
Still, though they had the same origin and the same face, no one who saw them would likely connect the two, because in every other respect, they were far too different.
What the Heavenly Emperor manifested at this moment was endless evil, boundless madness and frenzy—born for slaughter, for destruction, for the ruin of all things, for the forging of immeasurable calamities...
As for Zhao Xiaoxiang, she was instead like that faint, remote speck of light born within limitless, endless darkness.
Indeed, light and darkness shared the same origin, yet in every respect, an infinite gulf lay between them.
As the Heavenly Emperor watched the changes unfolding in the arena, her peerlessly beautiful face revealed savage, bloodthirsty, delighted... and countless other intense, tangled emotions.
As though after waiting for countless years, the flowers had finally bloomed and borne fruit.
Of course, she had not waited for a reunion, but for slaughter!
"Finally!"
"Finally, I can kill you completely!"
"How many cycles of reincarnation..."
With that sigh, an incomparably intense emotion descended, carrying power that transcended time, space, reincarnation,