Adorably Cute Baby: Mommy's Going Against the Heavens

"I like your type, aloof and arrogant. You must be exciting in bed. Just thinking about it gets me excited." The burly mercenary rubbed his hands together, his eyes lewdly scanning Shen Yunxi's body as if he wanted to strip her naked. His tone was light and vulgar: "Playing with her would definitely be a unique experience."

Another mercenary chimed in, chuckling with a lewd glint in his eyes: "Who wouldn't enjoy toying with a beautiful woman? Watching her writhe and cry beneath you, her face streaked with tears, just thinking about it gets my blood pumping."

The leader licked his lips and said in a flirtatious tone, "Beauty, come with us, we guarantee you'll experience unparalleled pleasure."

A cold glint flashed in Shen Yunxi's eyes. She slowly drew the Xuan Tian Sword, its blade reflecting a chilling light in the sunlight, illuminating her aloof and stunning face. She sneered, her tone as cold as frost: "So noisy."

"Oh ho, a pretty young lady who can wield a sword, I like her even more now, I, Zhang San, will have a go at you."

The man in the lead was named Zhang San. He grinned maliciously and suddenly drew a large knife from his waist.

The iron rings embedded in the back of the blade rattled with his movements, and the heavy blade dragged on the ground, leaving a deep mark. Just by looking at it, it was many times heavier than the Tianxuan Sword in Shen Yunxi's hand.

Bai Ruoan's expression changed, and she whispered a reminder to Shen Yunxi: "It's a Celestial-grade Soul Artifact."

"It's alright, it's Mother's Heavenly Profound Sword. It's a quasi-god level soul weapon!" Shen Ruoyu said proudly.

Yang San grinned maliciously, raising his broadsword high. The blade reflected a blinding light in the sunlight. He swung the broadsword fiercely, slashing down at Shen Yunxi's head. The sharp wind from the blade, accompanied by the sound of it cutting through the air, seemed to tear the air apart.

Faced with this fierce attack, Shen Yunxi neither dodged nor flinched, her eyes calm as still water. With a slight twist of her wrist, the Tianxuan Sword sliced ​​through the air like a silver lightning bolt, meeting the heavy blade head-on.

With a loud clang, sparks flew as metal collided, like fireworks blooming in the night sky.

Zhang San looked at Shen Yunxi, who had been forced back by his attack, and a contemptuous smile appeared on his face. He raised his broadsword high, the blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight, and said mockingly, "Is that all the strength you have? Little beauty, haven't you eaten?"

He deliberately drew out his words, his tone full of mockery, "Do you want your brother to feed you something?"

"Shut up!" As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Yunxi lightly touched the ground with her toes and darted out like a swallow.

With a flick of her wrist, the Xuan Tian Sword danced in her hand, creating streaks of silver sword flowers that were as agile and graceful as a swimming dragon.

The chilling sword light intertwined in the air, forming an impenetrable net of swords that enveloped Zhang San.

The Xuan Tian Sword was as light as a feather in her hands, yet it contained the power to destroy the world.

Zhang San then brandished his broadsword and slashed at Shen Yunxi again, muttering, "Little beauty, just surrender obediently and come with me, I guarantee you'll live a life of luxury!"

Zhang San seemed to already see Shen Yunxi being subdued by him, writhing and submitting to his pleasure beneath him, and his smile grew increasingly lewd.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly realized that Shen Yunxi's figure had disappeared from the spot. He was startled and before he could react, he felt a chill on his neck, and a coldness instantly spread throughout his body. He heard a faint voice in his ear: "Never again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, crimson blood gushed out, drawing a tragic arc in the air before splattering onto the lush green grass.

The grass blades were dyed a shocking red, like the red spider lilies blooming in purgatory, bewitching and eerie.