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Just when everyone was in despair, a more powerful aura filled the world.

The thirty or forty thousand soldiers and civilians led by Chen Hao and Cui Xiong were stunned.

"Anyone who offends our Daxia should be punished!"

This domineering voice seemed to come from the sky, shaking the world.

The vampire marquis standing in the void turned pale in horror, just like an ordinary person who could not help but tremble after seeing a ghost.

"Strong reinforcements have arrived..."

Cui Xiong murmured silently.

Chen Hao's heart dropped.

"What a big breath!"

Another voice came, and the ground shook.

On the road, ordinary people and soldiers with weak cultivation were unable to withstand the pressure of top experts and staggered.

Chen Hao was frightened when he saw several mountains around him cracking and boulders rolling down. He guessed that the two people who appeared at the end were probably the top experts in the world.

"So you were promoted to prince, no wonder the vampires dared to fight on two fronts."

"Is it a surprise?"

A conversation between two top powerhouses.

On the battle line of more than two thousand miles long, countless soldiers on both sides looked up at the night sky, only hearing their voices but not seeing their people.

"Prince..."

Chen Hao looked at Fan Sheng.

"The Marquis, Duke, and Grand Duke of the Blood Tribe correspond to the third-grade warriors in the building, and the Prince... the most terrifying existence of the Blood Tribe, corresponds to the Great Xia God of War."

Fan Sheng sent a message to solve the mystery of the fake Third Young Master who was said to have lost his memory.

Chen Hao understood.

Two powerful men confront each other.

On the ground, there was deathly silence.

Shrouded in terror and coercion, all living beings were as silent as cicadas.

"All soldiers and civilians of the Twelve Forts evacuate immediately!"

The voice of the strong human race reached everyone's ears again, and the pressure that made them tremble was much weaker.

"go!"

Chen Hao was the first to react and had no time to think about it, so he ordered his troops.

"Come on!"

Cui Xiong also urged the stunned people.

The staggering soldiers and civilians scrambled to get up.

The vampire marquis standing in the void could only watch as thirty or forty thousand people slipped away from under his nose.

The two top beings seemed to have reached a tacit understanding, and he didn't have the guts to act rashly.

dawn.

Chen Hao and Cui Xiong led the soldiers and civilians to Tianshui City, which is two hundred miles away from Qingshi Fort. This is an important town with a population of 300,000.

The two of them looked at the majestic city gate tower in front of them and let out a sigh of relief.

"All the soldiers and civilians of the Twelve Forts retreated. We were defeated miserably in this battle." Cui Xiong couldn't be happy after escaping from danger.

"Under the circumstances like last night, the surviving soldiers and civilians of the Twelve Forts could still evacuate, which is the best outcome."

Chen Hao expressed his opinion.

Cui Xiong nodded helplessly.

Lu Dingfang, the deputy governor of Qingzhou who was in charge of Tianshui City, personally greeted Chen Hao and Cui Xiong outside the city gate.

"Repulsed the elite armies of the Monroe clan, severely damaged the first viscount of the Monroe clan, and saved 30,000 to 40,000 soldiers and civilians of Great Xia. The reputation of the Third Young Master has spread throughout the land of Qingzhou!"

Lu Dingfang praised Chen Hao in public.

"A humble job depends on luck."

Chen Hao is humble.

"Luck only favors those with strength." Lu Dingfang patted Chen Hao on the shoulder.

"Lord Guard Envoy, our Yunling defense line..."

"The Yunling defense line is gone, and the Twelve Forts are occupied by the vampires, but I firmly believe that if people lose their land, both people and land will survive!"

Lu Dingfang stared at Cui Xiong, seemingly confident.

However, both Chen Hao and Cui Xiong knew that losing the Yunling defense line meant that Qingzhou was undefendable. Compared to the past, Daxia had to invest several times more resources and troops here to confront the Blood Tribe.

The situation is grim.

The two of them followed Lu Dingfang into Tianshui City without saying much, and led their troops to camp outside the city.

The city is bustling and lively.

Men, women, and children showed no fear.

When passers-by saw Lu Dingfang, they bent down and saluted.

Lu Dingfang was calm and composed, and said to Chen Hao: "A nobleman from Shengjing wants to see the Third Young Master."

"Shengjing...noble..."

Chen Hao's expression changed slightly.

Shengjing.

The capital of Daxia.

Who comes from the capital and is qualified to be called a nobleman by Lu Dingfang, the deputy governor of Qingzhou?

"Third Young Master, go see that noble man first." Lu Dingfang spoke and motioned with his eyes to an entourage to lead the way for Chen Hao.

"Here!"

Chen Hao had no choice but to clasp his fists and say goodbye.

"Tonight you and I will have to get drunk before we stop!"

"it is good!"

Chen Hao responded to Cui Xiong with a smile.

Lu Dingfang's cronies brought Chen Hao to a mansion.

The front door of this house is particularly grand, and there are two smaller side doors. There are two stone lions standing in front of the door.

In Daxia, stone lions could only be erected in front of the residences of royal relatives or nobles.

There is a plaque hanging on the door, which reads: Accumulating good deeds brings happiness.

Chen Hao looked at the door plaque and thought of the ancient Chinese families who often did not write their surnames on the door plaques, such as Li Zhai and Zhang Mansion.

"General Bai Shaocheng, the third son of the Bai family in Heyuan Prefecture, Ganzhou, has arrived!" the man leading Chen Hao shouted loudly.

The two main doors of the mansion opened.

For aristocratic families, the main entrance is opened only when distinguished guests arrive or when important family members return.

Chen Hao didn't think much, walked up the three steps and crossed the threshold.

The servants and servants inside the door bowed and saluted Chen Hao as he walked in, with their heads lowered and respectful.

"Third Young Master, please."

An old man asked Chen Hao to go first.

Under the guidance of the old man, Chen Hao turned around and walked through several courtyards, and finally entered a study near the water in the back garden.

In the study, a man in a brocade robe turned his back to Chen Hao, admiring the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall.

"You invited me here, what's the matter?" Chen Hao asked the other party.

The man turned around. He seemed to be about forty years old. He had an elegant temperament and said with a smile: "When you were crowned, I personally put on the hair crown for you. Have you forgotten?"

Chen Hao frowned slightly.

Tang Xian did not mention to him who wore the hair crown for Bai Shaocheng during the crowning ceremony.

Hosted the crowning ceremony for Bai Shaocheng.

This person is probably an elder from the Bai clan.

The man gently stroked his long beard under his chin and looked at Chen Hao with a playful smile.

"Since you are an elder of the Bai clan, you must already know that I am not Bai Shaocheng." Chen Hao told him bluntly.

"Hahaha……"

Men laugh.

Chen Hao looked at each other silently.

"You are a martial arts prodigy with a good brain and courage. From today on, you are Bai Shaocheng, one of a kind."

At the end of the man's words, the smile disappeared from his face and he stared at Chen Hao calmly.

Fake dramas come true.

Chen Hao was stunned for a moment.

Although he couldn't tell what the martial arts training of the man in front of him was, his intuition told him that if he didn't obey, it would be difficult to get out of this house.

"Don't look at me like that, do I have a choice?" Chen Hao was annoyed.

"Then why don't you kowtow to Fourth Grandpa!"

The man smiled again, playfully.

kowtow?

Fourth grandfather?

Chen Hao: "..."

"In terms of seniority, Bai Lang has to call me Fourth Uncle. The current leader of the White Clan is my eldest brother and your eldest grandfather. My name is...Bai Yunfei."

White clouds fly.

Chen Hao was amused by the name. He didn't know what kind of weight this name held in Bai clan and Daxia.

"In the Bai clan, the old guys who are my generation dare not laugh at my name." Bai Yunfei was still smiling, not angry, and said: "Kowtow."

Kowtowing is a great ceremony in Daxia.

At this time, Bai Yunfei asked Chen Hao to kowtow, which undoubtedly made Chen Hao show his loyalty.

"I can be Bai Shaocheng and fight for the White Clan, but I will not kowtow to anyone in the White Clan." Chen Hao looked directly at Bai Yunfei, rather than surrender.

Bai Yunfei's eyes suddenly turned cold.