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!”

Tristan lashed out, he let out a crying

the ground, the plaque in front of them, which belonged to Warren,

in really

Latrell’s order, but his five

that ten years later, his

had already died at

could no

“Father!”

His eyes were filled

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 we just going

do you want me to do?!”

his hand that had

out of his body. Even Kieren was trembling from the pressure and could not breathe.

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

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care about the

“Woo-!”

“Bang!”

hard in the back.

Kieren instantly spat out blood and flew forward because of

the ground and clutched his chest, his

listened to me back then, your four younger brothers wouldn’t have

this, Tristan snorted and

was left sitting on the ground, panting

kill his only remaining son by seriously injuring him.

a form of protection for him!

Brookspring alone because of hatred. At

reason.

was injured by him, he had no chance to

would be left to Tristan himself to deal

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

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

furious Tristan returned to his room, he gritted his teeth and took out a box from under

an ancient communicator with other patterns engraved on it when the box

a dark gold-colored thorn flower, but a venomous

the communicator. A hint of

in his eyes.

he pressed the

faint light though

into the communicator in a

it been since we last

had to admit