Lin Wanqing was like a blue lotus defiantly blooming amidst the raging flames of battle, her figure light and graceful, her expression calm and composed, exuding a natural elegance and resilience.

At this moment, she unleashed the exquisite "Longevity Swordsmanship," in an instant, sword flowers sparkled, cold light spread in all directions, resembling stars falling to earth or frost and snow dancing across the sky. Each sword shadow contained endless sharpness, slicing the air into fragments.

She, Lan Xiaodie, and her twelve Sword Maids were instantly swept into a thrilling life-and-death battle.

In the thick of the fight, Lin Wanqing held her exquisitely carved jade-like son steadily and tightly with her left hand.

The little guy slept sweetly, his little face rosy like a ripe apple, his long eyelashes casting faint shadows on his cheeks.

Suddenly, a sharp weapon clash sounded in the midst of the fight, as if disturbed by the sound, the little guy's small brows furrowed slightly, his tender little mouth pouted, as if about to cry aloud.

Seeing this, Lin Wanqing, while defending against enemy attacks with the sword in her right hand, gently patted her son in her arms with her left hand, softly humming an unknown lullaby: "Baby, don't be afraid, mommy is here."

The sound was as gentle as a spring breeze, carrying endless soothing power.

Perhaps feeling the warmth and calmness of his mother, the little guy slowly opened his eyes, his big, bright eyes curiously observing the sword shadows and flying robes around him.

He reached out his lotus root-like small hand, waved it a few times in the air, and then grabbed a strand of Lin Wanqing's hair that hung by her ear, holding it tightly and gently tugging, letting out crisp giggles, playing an amusing game with his mother.

Lin Wanqing looked down at her son, her eyes full of tenderness, the gentle gaze like the warm sun of spring, capable of melting all the ice and snow in the world.

She tilted her head slightly for her son to hold more comfortably, while softly saying, "Baby, be good, wait till this battle is over, mommy will play with you properly." The little guy seemed to understand his mother's words, laughed even more joyfully, and reached out his chubby fingers, gently pinching Lin Wanqing's exquisite and beautiful face, leaving a faint mark on her face with his plump little hand.

Lan Xiaodie saw this, her anger burning like a raging fire, growing stronger.

Her eyebrows furrowed, like two sharp Willow Leaf Flying Sabers, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, as if they were about to shoot out flames. Her originally charming face was now distorted with anger, like a flower ravaged by a fierce wind, losing its former softness.

Burning with jealousy, she viciously commanded the twelve Sword Maids: "Hmph, target those two little brats for me, I want to see how long these two women can hold on! Today, they must learn how formidable I am!"

Upon hearing this, the twelve Sword Maids instantly changed their swordsmanship, the moves becoming more vicious, like a pack of hungry wolves, directly threatening Liu Guihua's little Yu Yan on her back and Lin Wanqing's baby in her arms, with extremely ruthless tactics.

Their long swords gleamed with a cold light, as if they were going to mercilessly destroy all the beauty in this world.

Little Yu Yan and the baby seemed utterly unaware of the danger, still giggling, their eyes wide open, finding the flashing sword shadows and flying whips in front of them amusing and interesting.

Their laughter, in this brutal battlefield, seemed out of place, yet it added a touch of innocence to the fight.

At this time, around the disciples and horse team of the Heroic Sakura Association, a group of wrestlers surged in like a turbulent tide.

With their upper bodies bare, muscles taut like cast iron, they exuded a wild and violent aura.

They charged forward fiercely, wanting to crush everything in front of them to powder, the ground trembling slightly under their footsteps.

"Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen's gaze was like a torch, he snorted coldly: "Hmph, a bunch of clueless fools! Don't you see where you are, daring to provoke our Heroic Sakura Association! Today is your dying day!" With that, he performed his breath-taking "Feixu Qingyan Technique."

His figure moved like lightning, floating lightly in the air, like willow catkins dancing in the wind or a wisp of ethereal smoke, making him elusive. His hands moved swiftly, like a phantom, one Celestial Silkworm Silk Net after another floated down like snowflakes, precisely enveloping those wrestlers.

The wrestlers, caught in the nets, struggled desperately but got more entangled, like insects trapped in a spider web, only able to let out cries of despair.

Little Scholar Shi Xiong saw this, a trace of ferocity flashed in his eyes, like a lightning bolt streaking across the night sky.

Holding a sharp blade, he cursed, "Bastards, dare to provoke our Heroic Sakura Association, today you will not return! Our Heroic Sakura Association roams the Jianghu with this hot blood and righteousness, how can we allow you villains to run wild!"

With that, he charged without hesitation towards those wrestlers ensnared, his blade rising and falling, blood splattering everywhere, the scene extremely bloody and intense.

For a moment, the sounds of fighting and screams intertwined, echoing across the plain, making one's hair stand on end.

The wild wind of the desert, like a primordial beast enraged, swept in with a roar.

The sound of wind like thunder, making eardrums ache.

Endless yellow sand swirled wildly in the gale, covering heaven and earth in a heavy yellow curtain.