The Strongest Warrior’s Revenge by Valerie Bach

Chapter 132

In the living room of the most central villa of the Valor Alliance, an old man with white hair and a white beard was sitting on a luxurious sofa.

The living room was filled with modern technology decorations. He held a goblet in and swirled the dark red liquid inside.

Compared to his pure white robe, it looked so out of place!

Gavin would definitely remember the Valor Alliance if he was present. He still remembered the second eldest son of the Holman family who joined the Valor Alliance.

He had brought many fellow disciples with him, but they were all killed by Gavin and the members of Frostpeak Dark Warriors Team D.

The person who had just spoken was this old man. Not far from him stood a young disciple respectfully with his head lowered.

He immediately said when he heard the old man’s voice, “Yes, they haven’t returned yet.”

Hearing this, a hint of curiosity appeared in the eyes of the Master of the alliance. He then said indifferently, “What took them so long? There’s no news at all?”

Then, he gave the disciple a direct order.

“Find a disciple who acts quickly to make a trip to Brookspring and see what happened there.”

“Yes, Master!”

After receiving the order, the disciple turned around and left the central villa.

This old man, who looked like a sage, took a sip of the wine in his cup shakily.

From his satisfied expression, it seemed that he had no idea that all his disciples had died at Brookspring!

On the other side, in the Mason family in Greenwald, the sound of whips. continuously sounded.

“Pop!”

“Pop!”

“Pop!”

back hall of the Mason family, the eldest son of the Mason family, Kieren, was kneeling in the middle, shirtless.

There were tears of grief on his face.

Behind him, the head of the Mason family, his father, Tristan Mason, also had tears of grief in his eyes.

He held a thorny branch in his hand and whipped Kieren’s back ruthlessly.

He gritted his teeth and said in a hoarse voice, “You bastard, without telling me, you actually let your brother go to Brookspring with two Worshippers. Now, he is dead! My son, my fourth son! He’s dead, he’s dead!”

let out a

of them, which belonged to Warren, was already shattered!

really deep

not agree to Commander Latrell’s order, but his five sons agreed

that ten years later, his family would suffer retribution!

sons had already died

grief in his heart could no longer be

“Father!”

roar. His eyes were

to be him, he has already killed four of my younger brothers, your four sons! Are we just going to endure it and sit back,

want me to

hand that had hit

aura surged out of his body. Even Kieren was trembling from the pressure and could

a few brothers of the same supreme rank! I beg you, Father, to ask your sworn brothers to come out of seclusion! We can’t let this bastard continue to be so arrogant. If this continues, our Mason family will be

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still care about the Mason

“Woo-!”

“Bang!”

Kieren hard in the

out blood and flew forward because

clutched his chest, his face

had listened to me back then, your four younger brothers

this, Tristan snorted and left!

heavily injured Kieren was left sitting on the ground, panting heavily.

did not intend to kill his only remaining son

a form

to Brookspring alone because of hatred. At that time,

reason.

he had no

be left to Tristan himself to

plan to attack the Clifford family, but

want to make a move, his son could not die in

Tristan returned to his room, he gritted his

with other patterns engraved on it when

a dark gold-colored thorn flower,

gently touched the communicator. A hint of reminiscence flashed

in his eyes.

the button on

a faint light though

into the communicator in a tired

how many years has it been since we last met? Let’s meet at Greenwald!”

son, he had to