The instant Wu Yunhong was untied, she slapped the two bandits who had freed her several times.
The two bandits cried out miserably and stumbled back in panic, the flesh on their faces nearly split open from the blows.
All the guarding bandits immediately shouted furiously and glared at her.
Yet when they saw Jiang Dali's face turn even colder, none of them dared make a move. They could only glare at Wu Yunhong in anger.
"Heh heh heh, men? In my eyes, none of you count as men. You're all cowards."
Wu Yunhong looked disdainfully at the bandit underlings, whose faces had turned livid but who dared not charge forward. Her burning gaze fixed on Jiang Dali.
"In this whole room, only you count as a man!"
Naked, she stood upon the cold, damp stone floor, staring at Jiang Dali with a challenging gleam in her eyes. "If I survive after taking your full-strength palm strike, I want to continue leading Chongfeng Mountain Stronghold just like Feng Sihai."
Jiang Dali looked calmly at Wu Yunhong and extended his broad, long, rather handsome palm.
"Survive it first."
"Fine!"
A vicious glint flashed through Wu Yunhong's eyes. Suddenly, she lunged like a wildcat, striking first. Her fingers seemed to multiply into afterimages as they attacked the vital acupoints across Jiang Dali's chest. Until they landed, no one could tell which acupoint each finger targeted.
A series of terrifying explosive bursts rang out. The air itself seemed to be blasted into spiraling waves.
Wu Yunhong's finger technique was actually even fiercer than that of the Second Boss, Blood Finger Condensing Suan.
Yet Jiang Dali stood where he was, his expression calm. His body merely erupted with terrifying crackling sounds like popping beans. His muscles suddenly swelled as though steel were grinding together,