After his shout, Harry disregarded the fact that Wuya's longsword was about to press against his throat, and his attacking motion abruptly stopped.
His right hand hung down by his leg side, looking completely at the mercy of others.
The other seven also stopped their attacks instantly.
A true embodiment of strict discipline.
Wuya snorted coldly.
If it were a little later, she would have stabbed a hole in Harry.
Though it wouldn't take his life, it would still lay him up for a few days.
The group jumped down from the rooftop, and the guards below, seeing that the "assassin" was a woman, were all astonished.
Of course, some recognized Wuya, showing a look as if it all made sense.
Wuya, was just that overbearing!
Jiang Fei waved his hand: "Everyone return to your posts!"
After saluting, the guards dispersed.
Jiang Fei asked Harry, "Is the injury severe, do you need the Imperial Physician to check it?"
Before Harry could answer, Wuya said coldly, "It's just a scratch!"
