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

them, which belonged to Warren, was already shattered!

was in really deep pain!

did not agree to Commander Latrell’s order, but his

expect that ten years later, his family

his five sons had already died

grief in his heart could

“Father!”

a roar. His eyes were filled with

killed four of my younger brothers, your four

do you want me

branch in his hand that had hit Kieren turned into powder.

his body. Even Kieren was trembling from the

“Father, you are a powerhouse of supreme rank. You still have 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

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about the Mason family?”

“Woo-!”

“Bang!”

hard in the

instantly spat out blood and

fell heavily to the ground and clutched his

roared, “If you had listened to me back then, your

saying this, Tristan snorted

left sitting

only remaining son by seriously injuring him.

a form of protection

alone because of hatred. At that time, he would

reason.

had no chance to go to Brookspring

would be left to Tristan

did not plan to attack the Clifford family, but things had already happened and had developed to that stage.

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

returned to his room, he gritted his teeth and took out a box

an ancient communicator with other patterns engraved on it when

flower, but a venomous

A

in his eyes.

long after, he pressed the button

though having been sealed for

into the communicator in a tired

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

he had