Fang the Butcher Returns to White Cloud-An Extra Chapter for Alliance Leader Nian Shao Yi Xuan

Just as Mo Ganyun and the others felt, if Fang Che had really died, they would never be able to let this matter go for the rest of their lives!

No matter how good you, Luo Shishui, were—even if you were a saint—you could forget about making friends with us for the rest of your life!

As for the more than four hundred people who had emerged from the Feng Family Secret Realm, they were even more vehement than Mo Ganyun and the others. Their thoughts were practically the same as Zhao Yinger's: You could frame someone like Fang Che, so what's wrong with us killing a few people from your family?

We had devoted our entire lives to the secret realm. Were the survivors of countless battles meant to be framed by you?

Since you could frame heroes despite doing nothing at all, then as heroes who had fought countless battles for the continent, surely killing some of your people wouldn't be a major offense, right?

It had to be said that although this line of thinking was extreme, it had quite a market among the people who had emerged from the secret realm.

Even those who had not come from the Feng Family Secret Realm, but from other secret-realm battlefields, felt unbearably wronged.

We had entered the secret realms without regret, fought bloody battles, and faced life and death in an instant. We had endured there for hundreds or dozens of years. To be born as an ice soul and die as an ice coffin—to survive nine deaths out of ten—was practically a joke to us.

Even "one life amid ten thousand deaths" could not describe it. What did "nine deaths out of ten" count for?

We had paid so much, and countless brothers-in-arms had died inside, silent