The power of this strike was so great that even the Wuxin Ghost could not withstand it. At that moment, the Wuxin Ghost fell to its knees, its eyes filled with pain.
Wuxin looked at me and shouted, "Boss, did you get it wrong? Hear me out."
"There's nothing to explain!" I raised the Eight Tribulation Sword and prepared to strike again.
But Wuxin shouted, "Boss, did you get it wrong? Look at the wounds on my body. Aren't they caused by you? How can you still be mistaken?"
My gaze fell on Wuxin's body, and my expression suddenly changed.
The wounds on Wuxin's body had indeed been caused by me. That meant the Wuxin before me was the real one!
But something was wrong. If he was truly the real one, then why did I also possess Heartless Power?
I had killed the impostor, so there was no way I could have obtained the real Heartless Power. This was simply unbelievable.
At this thought, I shouted, "Even so, you're still fake."
"Why, Boss? Give me a reason, will you?" Wuxin looked at me and shouted.
"Since you want a reason, I'll give you one." I suddenly opened my eyes. My pupils instantly turned silver—it was Wuxin's Eyes.
When Wuxin saw my eyes, he immediately shouted, "Impossible! How could you possess Heartless Power?"
"I killed my best brother, and this was the Heartless Power I received in return," I said coldly.
"That shouldn't be possible. I'm the real one. You killed the fake, so there's no way you could have obtained Heartless Power." Wuxin's face was filled with confusion.
At this moment, Chu Zhaixing also said, "I think the one before us is real. The reason is simple. While you were gone, he could have killed all of us. But