When a martial artist concealed their aura, it was difficult for martial artists of the same realm to discern each other's cultivation. However, a martial artist of a higher realm could see at a glance the cultivation of one below them.
For example, a Blood Strengthening Realm martial artist could instantly discern the cultivation of a Blood Brave Realm martial apprentice. Yet between Blood Strengthening Realm martial artists, if their auras did not leak out, it was difficult to see which stage the other had reached.
Among the people from Black Wind Stronghold were six Blood Strengthening Realm martial artists, with two each at the early, middle, and late stages.
At this moment, the Black Wind Stronghold bandits stood atop the highest point of the gorge, gazing coldly toward the convoy's campsite.
From the very moment the medicine convoy entered the mountains, its movements had fallen into the eyes of Black Wind Stronghold scouts lurking in the shadows. They had tailed it all the way to its resting place.
Before long, the scouts returned with their report, and the Black Wind Stronghold bandits learned the news.
"Brother Liu, your cultivation is the highest among us. The stronghold ordered you to command this operation. How do you think we brothers should proceed?" asked a lean Early Blood Strengthening Martial Artist.
The "Brother Liu" he spoke of was Liu Zhuang, a late-stage Blood Strengthening Realm expert who had vaguely touched the bottleneck of Blood Strengthening Realm peak. He possessed the highest strength and cultivation among those sent by Black Wind Stronghold.
Liu Zhuang truly lived up to his name. He stood seven feet tall, with arms thicker than an adult man's thighs. Broad-backed and bear-waisted, he stood there like an upright brown bear. His eyes were cold and cruel, and an invisible