The Death of Elder Yin

The brown spirit light settled on Odd Zhuo's body, and even his pupils were rendered brown. In almost a split second, his aura was different, and every subtle breath he took carried a strong sense of oppression.

Elder Yin Zhiping couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat. That brown spirit light just now had truly been too fast, and even with his dynamic vision, he had only been able to see an indistinct trail… While he wasn't completely certain, it looked as if a sword had turned into a light which then attached itself to this Director Zhuo's body.

Union between man and sword…

A sword spirit directly attaching itself to a body; Elder Yin Zhiping had to admit that he had never seen this type of operation before in his lifetime of cultivation.