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!”

he let out a crying

the plaque in front of them, which belonged

was in really

to Commander Latrell’s order,

ten years later,

of his five sons had already

grief in his heart could no longer be

“Father!”

also let out a roar. His

someone is pretending 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, doing nothing?”

me to do?!” Tristan roared.

his hand that had hit Kieren turned into

of his body. Even Kieren was trembling from the pressure

same supreme rank! I beg you, Father, to

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about the Mason

“Woo-!”

“Bang!”

kicked Kieren hard

spat out blood and

heavily to the ground and clutched his chest, his face filled with

and roared, “If you had listened to me back then, your four younger brothers

this, Tristan snorted

Kieren was left sitting on the ground, panting heavily.

to kill his only remaining son by seriously

a form of protection for

would rush to Brookspring alone because of hatred. At that time, he would die in Brookspring

reason.

by him, he had no chance to go to Brookspring

be left to Tristan

Tristan did not plan to attack the Clifford family, but things had already happened

to make a move, his son

his room, he gritted his teeth and took out a

ancient communicator with other patterns engraved on

pattern was not a dark gold-colored thorn flower, but a venomous snake with

gently touched the communicator. A hint

in his eyes.

the button on the communicator.

flashed with a faint light though having been sealed for

Tristan spoke into the communicator in

since we last met? Let’s meet

was furious with his son, he had