Adorably Cute Baby: Mommy's Going Against the Heavens

Zhang San's head rolled to the ground, his eyes wide open in death, as if he couldn't believe that he would die at the hands of a seemingly weak woman.

Crimson blood gushed out, staining the emerald green grass red, and the pungent smell of blood filled the air.

The remaining mercenaries, seeing this, were filled with rage and grief.

"Boss!" a mercenary cried out in anguish. His eyes were bloodshot and bulging, his eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets. He reached out tremblingly, wanting to grab the head that had rolled to the ground, but he dared not touch it.

"Boss!" Another mercenary knelt down, holding Zhang San's headless corpse, and cried out in grief and anger, his heart filled with hatred and fear.

They never imagined that their boss, who had been so lively just moments before, would suddenly become a cold corpse.

Shen Yunxi indifferently sheathed the Tianxuan Sword. Warm blood still lingered on the blade, shimmering with an eerie light in the sunlight, like a red spider lily blooming in hell, beautiful yet deadly.

She curled her lips into a cold smile, her eyes filled with disdain and mockery, her tone as cold as frost: "Don't rush, you're next."

As soon as Shen Yunxi finished speaking, a powerful spiritual pressure poured out from her body, like a flood bursting its banks, instantly sweeping away everything around her.

The pressure was so strong that the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

Several mercenaries at the sixth level of the Spirit Venerable realm were as insignificant as ants in the face of this powerful pressure. They felt a tightness in their chests and found it difficult to breathe.

His legs felt as heavy as lead, and he involuntarily knelt down, unable to move.

They stared in horror, their eyes wide with disbelief.

This woman is actually... a ninth-level Spirit Venerable!

how can that be!

Even prodigies like the Young Master Qilin and Princess Nihuang couldn't possibly reach the ninth level of the Spirit Venerable realm at the age of twenty!

They exchanged incredulous glances, seeing deep fear and despair in each other's eyes.

They are all twenty-five years old this year, reaching the maximum age limit for admission to the Star Picking Pavilion, and have only just broken through to the sixth level of Spirit Venerable. The gap between them is like an insurmountable chasm.

They finally realized they had kicked a hornet's nest and provoked the wrong person.

"Spare us! Spare us!" The mercenaries were terrified. They kowtowed desperately, their foreheads hitting the ground with dull thuds, and soon blood streamed down their faces, blurring their vision.

The fear of death gripped their hearts, almost suffocating them. They regretted accepting the mission and provoking this seemingly frail woman.

Shen Yunxi's eyes were icy cold, and she ignored their pleas for mercy.

With a slight flick of her wrist, the Heavenly Profound Sword emitted a crisp hum, and invisible wind blades, like the scythe of death, silently swept across.

The mercenaries didn't even have time to scream before they all fell to the ground, blood gushing out and staining the ground beneath their feet.

An invisible wind blade swept past, instantly reaping their lives swiftly and decisively, without the slightest hesitation.

Bai Ruoan watched as Shen Yunxi cleanly and efficiently dealt with several mercenaries, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, which then turned into understanding.

Just as he had expected, this seemingly weak woman actually possessed such formidable strength.