With a flash, Zhou Heng and the others appeared in a mountain forest, but they had no idea where exactly they were.
Zhou Heng's expression was grim.
Though he had not been injured, he felt worse than he had after any injury.
"Damn you, Dongfang Wenlong! Lord Donkey isn't done with you!" Black Donkey howled at the top of his lungs. "Throwing your weight around to bully others—I curse you to take a hundred shits a day and drown in a latrine!"
"Woof! Woof woof woof! Woof woof woof woof woof!" Little Flame bared its fangs and brandished its claws. Though it had taken a kick from Dongfang Wenlong, its terrifying physique meant there was no need to worry about it being hurt at all.
Seeing the two of them curse so fiercely, Zhou Heng's mood improved slightly instead. He suddenly threw back his head and roared, releasing a long series of cries that sounded like dragon chants.
Anger solved nothing!
Strength was the true king. Only strength could solve problems!
"Kid Zhou, are we going back to the academy?" After cursing himself tired, Black Donkey asked Zhou Heng.
"We're going back. Of course we're going back!" Zhou Heng answered without hesitation.
Even Dongfang Wenlong would not dare kill someone within the academy! Or rather, unless it was absolutely necessary, he would not kill anyone. Even as the academy headmaster's grandson, he would not dare act so wantonly.
He was merely arrogant, not a fool. If he went too far, his grandfather could protect him—but he would certainly have to yield some benefits to placate those vice headmasters who were poised to make trouble!
And after that battle, although it seemed on the surface to have been Zhou Heng's crushing defeat, it was perfectly normal for a Star Emperor to