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!”

out, he let out a

in front of them, which belonged to Warren,

was in really

Latrell’s order, but his five sons agreed themselves.

years later, his family would

of his five sons had already died at

grief in his heart could no longer

“Father!”

out a roar. His

matter if this person is Gavin or if someone is pretending to be him, he has already killed four of my younger brothers, your four sons! Are

want me

branch in his hand that had hit Kieren turned

Kieren was trembling from

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

11:30

about

“Woo-!”

“Bang!”

kicked Kieren hard

and flew forward because of the

and clutched his chest, his face

looked at his son angrily and roared, “If you had listened to me back then, your

saying this, Tristan snorted and

heavily injured Kieren was left sitting on the ground,

his only remaining son by seriously

form of protection

rush to Brookspring alone because

reason.

by him, he had no

be left to Tristan himself to

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

want to make a move, his son could not die

his room, he gritted his teeth and took out a

communicator with other patterns engraved

pattern was not a dark gold-colored thorn flower, but a venomous snake with its tongue out!

A hint of reminiscence flashed

in his eyes.

the button on the

with a faint light though having been sealed for years.

Tristan spoke into the communicator

has it been since we last met? Let’s meet

furious with his son, he had to admit that his son was