"Boom!"
The massive hand swept across the sky, as though covering countless distances, its oppressive power could only be described as terrifying.
However, as the hand descended, it quickly contracted, eventually transforming into a fleshy palm that viciously smacked towards Duanmu Wuji's head.
"You still wish to hide, but you cannot conceal it!"
Duanmu Wuji suddenly looked up, his laughter piercingly shrill in a frenzy.
"This is the Ancient Emperor Battlefield, even if you have control over heaven and earth, the march of history always moves forward, what has happened has happened, you cannot conceal it not..."
"Boom!!!!"
Before his last word fell, the palm directly struck Duanmu Wuji's head.
His freshly condensed body instantly exploded with a bang, and his Primordial Spirit dissipated outright, as did the illusory Sword Immortal that had arrived.
With the death of Duanmu Wuji, the great hand dispersed, and all returned to calm as if nothing had ever happened.