As one of the childhood goddesses.
Bi Xiao put a lot of effort into it.
The materials used were not ordinary; they were made from the remains and flesh of high-ranking angels, including famous archangels from heaven.
The flesh, cells, and bones were extremely intricate. The human body is already complex enough, and creating a human from nothing is extraordinarily difficult. Without a sufficient understanding of human anatomy and knowledge of life, even the Celestial couldn't create a human.
The structure of Angewomon is even more intricate than that of a human.
After all, she herself is a Celestial, a true god in the literal sense.
Creating a human and creating a god involve complexities that are indescribable with words.
Bi Xiao is different. Not only is he a universe-level omnipotent god, but he has never given up on the pursuit of knowledge.
Any knowledge that could be learned or accessed, he would actively study, and he learned it very quickly.
He mastered the magic systems of Kamar-Taj, white magic, black magic, Odin's runes, the knowledge in Asgard's libraries, the craftsmanship of the dwarves, and the holy light magic of heaven.
He integrated all of these.
With this dual enhancement, the Angewomon he created possessed top-tier combat power among the Celestials.
The gear she wore—armor, helmet, boots, holy sword, holy bow, etc.—were all artifacts comparable to Gungnir, combined with the ultimate form of holy light magic.
She could be immune to any curse or black magic below the universe level.
The special nature of holy light magic also made her capable of prolonged combat, with top-tier swordsmanship, melee skills, and reflexes, honed by Bi Xiao to the highest level.
She was a perfect killing machine among the Celestials.
Even a brief clash with such Angewomon made the Grandmaster feel immense pressure.
The Grandmaster had no idea who this stunning, cold, and silent angel was. As a member of the Elders of the Universe, he knew of the angelic race.
But he had never heard of this particular individual.
Moreover, wasn't heaven supposed to be destroyed?
Where did this angel come from?
The Grandmaster suddenly realized that all his previous thoughts were too naive and arrogant.
Forget about the person behind them; just the methods exhibited by these few individuals were enough to give him a hard time. They didn't even need to step in personally; they already had a top-tier Celestial bodyguard.
And was this bodyguard the only one?
The immense pressure surged within the Grandmaster. Though arrogant, he wasn't a fool. He realized the situation was turning unfavorable for him and immediately thought of retreat.
"Impressive, this beautiful lady."
The Grandmaster wanted to retreat but didn't immediately make it obvious. He wasn't as shameless as someone like Thanos, so he first praised to show his change in attitude.
However, to his surprise, the Angewomon paid no attention to him.
Instead, she raised her holy sword, pointing it at the Grandmaster.
This silent attitude ignited a spark of anger in the Grandmaster. As fellow Celestials, there should at least be some level of respect.
Even if they were mortal enemies, there should be some trash-talking. Between him and these young ones, there was no real enmity, and as a veteran Celestial, the other side should give him a way out when he showed goodwill.
After that, they could follow protocol and still be amicable, maybe even become friends, though the Grandmaster expected to lose face.
This wasn't the Grandmaster's plan. He had everything calculated, even the probability of the universe-level big shot behind them stepping in.
Even if they did step in, the Grandmaster believed he could protect himself.
After all, as a member of the Elders of the Universe, he knew many people, and even a universe-level being would give him some face. They weren't mortal enemies, after all, and it wouldn't immediately come to blows.
If a fight did break out, the outcome would be uncertain.
Reaching that point was unlikely, and the Grandmaster's cost would be high.
Originally, the Grandmaster shouldn't have reached this point. Anyone with a bit of intelligence wouldn't act against him. But he had lived too long, losing interest in most things over the endless years.
The arena games were the only thing that still gave him a thrill and interest. For his passion, many would pay a price, some small, some large.
The Grandmaster was among those who paid the highest price.
As long as he could see that scene, any price was worth it to him.
The Grandmaster thought of the worst-case scenario, but he didn't expect it to be now.
The appearance of the Angewomon disrupted many of his calculations.
He knew he couldn't win against her. She was as cold as a killing machine, and her icy sword edge made his scalp tingle.
This feeling was precise; if it appeared, it was almost certainly correct.
The price of confronting a universe-level being was worth it to him.
But facing her made him feel distressed, and those old friends of his might not even intervene. After all, taking action against a lower level being would provoke a reaction from the person behind Wanda and the others.
That would truly create a grudge, and the other side was not a forgiving type.
Being targeted by such a vengeful and powerful individual, those old friends would be unwilling, even if the Grandmaster paid a price they were interested in.
The value measurement was entirely different.
So, he had to face it alone or with his brother. Whether he could win was still a big question.
A real fight would turn them from not really enemies into an unending feud.