He was clearly a kind old man in the twilight of his years, yet the moment battle erupted, he transformed straight into a war-crazed madman.

A wild arrogance and battle intent from bygone days blazed once more between Luo Tianyu's brows.

His figure moved, charging into the clouds, bearing the power of a Saint on his back. His aged arm reached out and clawed at the sky, manifesting a vision of mountains and rivers. Then, with a lift of his hand, he directly seized an entire stretch of mountains and rivers and smashed it down with savage force toward the Light Handprint.

This had once been a heaven-defying prodigy of his generation.