The Wolf Lord is Out of Seclusion, and He is Mad!

Zhu Yuheng held her head high and puffed out her chest. Her voice suddenly became dominant, and she even had a proud smile as she patted Lin Qiye's shoulder, as if she had won.

Lin Qiye smiled.

He was amused by Zhu Yuheng's fun personality and revealed a smile from the bottom of his heart.

"That may not be the case. My ten Gates of Heaven are still slightly stronger than your eleven gates."

"Impossible!" Zhu Yuheng snorted coldly.

"Just you wait. I will definitely beat you down!"

"Not only will I defeat you, but I will also beat Ji Qinghuan!"

Lin Qiye was once again amused. "That might take millions of years."

"I don't care. In short, I will beat her."

Zhu Yuheng's eyes were cold, and her desire to win was unprecedentedly strong.

Lin Qiye cast an encouraging gaze. "Good luck."

...

Time flew by like an arrow.

A month had passed since they set the Wolf Tribe's imperial palace on fire.