Long Yi looked at the sharp dagger almost piercing himself, and immediately bellowed with rage, "What are all of you doing?! Don't just stand there, take care of these assailants!"
The guards immediately fought like chickens injected with steroids, determinedly battling the enemy. In no time, they had "driven off" the assassins—in truth, the situation had shifted abruptly, and none of the assailants dared to linger in battle. Otherwise, if Qiao Muniang's injury had been delayed, they would all be in deep trouble.
The remaining four or five assassins who were still alive quickly withdrew.
Muniang's body went limp as she collapsed on the ground, and He Fangfei anxiously embraced her, "Muniang, Muniang, are you alright?!"
Long Yi harshly commanded, "Go find a doctor immediately!"
