Meng Zhao had already learned in that valley that Commander Bai's death warriors possessed extraordinarily advanced concealment techniques.
The Death Thunder Guards' ability to hide their aura had nearly deceived even him.
Yet compared to the concealment arts of these Death Sword Guards, the Death Thunder Guards seemed like a witch before a sorceress.
How to put it? It was not that they truly concealed themselves so perfectly that not a trace of fluctuation remained. Sometimes, having no flaws at all was itself a flaw, and Meng Zhao was even better at seizing such flaws.
But the Death Sword Guards could merge themselves into a complete environment anytime, anywhere, in perfect harmony with it. Whether by instinct or experience, others would find them extremely difficult to detect—an ultimate art of hiding one's body and concealing one's aura.
Take this young Death Sword Guard before him, for instance. Disguised as Meng Zhao's personal guard, his aura and qi presence were much the same as those of the other guards, neither outstanding nor at the bottom of the pack.
Even that disciplined, capable, hardened air had been perfectly measured. Meng Zhao had faced this young Death Sword Guard at least three times, yet had never once detected anything unusual about him.
More importantly, he did not merely conceal himself well in ordinary times. Even when he struck, he could hide his intent and killing aura so thoroughly that not a single flaw could be found. That sudden burst was truly impossible to guard against.
By the time one truly sensed the danger, it was already too late.
Had Meng Zhao not possessed keen spiritual perception, and cultivated deeply in the Way of Heaven, Earth, and Man, granting him control over qi far beyond that of ordinary innate experts, this sword strike would