บท 53: 055: The Spiritual Shock to Players

Wu Yunhong was set free in an instant and immediately slapped the faces of the two mountain bandits who had untied her.

The two mountain bandits screamed and stumbled backward in panic, their skin almost ripped from their faces.

All the bandits guarding them yelled out in anger and glared at her.

However, seeing Jiang Dali's face grow even colder, no one dared to move; they just angrily stared at Wu Yunhong.

"Heh, heh, heh, men? None of you are men in my eyes, you're all cowards."

Wu Yunhong looked disdainfully at a group of bandits, their faces ashen, not daring to rush at her, her gaze fiercely fixed on Jiang Dali.

"In this room, only you are a real man!"

She stood barefoot on the cold, damp stone floor, eyes locked on Jiang Dali with a desire to challenge, "If I survive your full-strength palm strike, I want to continue to lead the Chongfeng Mountain Village, just like Feng Sihai."