Adorably Cute Baby: Mommy's Going Against the Heavens

Shen Yunxi's eyes were icy cold, and her spiritual power surged around her. Her powerful aura surged towards Bai Zijian and the others like a tidal wave, immobilizing them as if an invisible hand had choked them.

"If you dare touch my darlings again," Shen Yunxi said in a chilling tone, each word like a judgment from hell, "I'll make you wish you were dead!"

Bai Zijian was in so much pain that his face turned deathly pale and he was covered in cold sweat, but he dared not be reckless anymore. He could only grit his teeth and glare at Shen Yunxi, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness.

Shen Yunxi released her grip, and Bai Zijian's entire arm drooped limply, its bones seemingly broken, hanging down like a broken rope.

The intense pain caused Bai Zijian to lose his standing position. As soon as Shen Yunxi let go, he collapsed to the ground, letting out a pig-like wail, which attracted more onlookers.

"My God, am I seeing things? Bai Zijian was actually crippled by a woman?" Everyone couldn't help but exclaim in disbelief.

The other person chimed in, "That's right, it's unbelievable! Bai Zijian is a fifth-level Spirit Lord, a big shot in Beiyuan, how could he have his arm crippled so easily?"

"Just who is this woman? How can she be so powerful?" the three asked curiously, their eyes filled with awe.

"Who knows? But judging from her skills, she's probably not someone to be trifled with!" The crowd lowered their voices, their tone tinged with apprehension.

Just then, a clear voice rang out from the other side: "What happened up ahead?"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a woman in gorgeous clothes flipping off a huge soul beast.

This woman was beautiful and had a noble air about her; she was none other than Baili Qingli, the eldest daughter of the Baili tribe.

A disciple of the Baili clan respectfully replied, "Reporting to Miss, disciples from two different clans are arguing ahead."

"Which two races?" Baili Qingli asked, frowning.

"The Bai family of Beiyuan and... the Shen family." The disciple hesitated slightly before answering.

Upon hearing this, Baili Qingli scoffed lightly: "Small countries always have a lot of trouble."

She looked around but didn't see any familiar figures. She pursed her lips and asked, "Hasn't Xuan Yuan Wu Sang arrived yet?"

"Reporting to Miss, the young master of the Xuanyuan clan has already departed," the second disciple of the Baili family hurriedly replied.

He had barely finished speaking when he received a resounding slap across the face.

Baili Qingli angrily retorted, "Didn't I tell you to stop him? You bunch of useless trash!"

The second disciple of the Baili family immediately knelt down, trembling with fear, and said, "It's my fault, I failed to stop Young Master Xuanyuan!"

That's the world-renowned Young Master Qilin! We can't stop him at all!

They had been waiting here since before dawn, hoping that Xuanyuan Wusang would appear.

When the people arrived, they were in a hurry and didn't give them a chance to speak before entering Phoenix Mountain.

"Useless!" Baili Qingli kicked him hard again before entering Phoenix Perch Mountain first.

Baili Wuhen, the fifth young master of the Baili clan, watched coldly until she finished her outburst before leading a group of Baili clan disciples to follow her.

Bai Ruoan's usually unchanging icy expression softened considerably, as if a spring breeze had swept over her.

A barely perceptible smile spread across his lips, a stark contrast to his cold exterior, yet strangely harmonious.

It wasn't until he met Shen Yunxi and her two children that he truly experienced the feeling of being protected.

Zhi Yan stood aside, taking in Bai Ruoan's changing expressions, and a pang of sadness welled up in his heart.

He secretly wondered if he should also act a little weaker, and if Ningbao, Yubao, and his sister would come to protect him.