"Heh heh, leave this fake king to Old Zhu!"
A sharp light blazed in Zhu Bajie's eyes. He gave the Nine-Toothed Rake a fierce shake and prepared to charge forward.
Sha Wujin flipped his wrist as well, bringing the Moonlight Shovel into his hand, his killing intent chilling.
Little White Dragon let out a dragon's roar, eager to join the fray.
Yet, just as they were about to strike...
"Stop."
A calm voice carrying supreme authority rang out within the Golden Throne Hall.
Tang Sanzang slowly raised his hand, stopping the Zhu-Sha Duo and Little White Dragon.
The Zhu-Sha Duo and Little White Dragon abruptly halted, their faces full of confusion.
Still, they were in no hurry.
Tang Sanzang naturally had his reasons for stopping them.
Tang Sanzang did not look at them, however. His deep gaze swept across the entire hall.
"This isn't over yet."
He spoke mildly, his tone carrying an inscrutable meaning.
"We have yet to fully distinguish the real one from the fake."
"What?!"
Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujin exchanged looks, utterly unable to fathom what medicine Tang Sanzang was hiding in his gourd.
The White Jade Gui was already in the crown prince's hands, the Queen had tearfully told her story, and even the ministers had reached a verdict. How could they still not know which king was real?
They were not the only ones confused. The ministers in the hall and the real king were stunned as well.
Just then, Sun Wukong, who had remained silent all this time, moved.
Two fierce golden flames burned in his eyes—his Fiery Eyes and Golden Pupils, which could see through all deception.
"Nothing much."
A cold smile curled Sun Wukong's lips. His voice was not loud, yet it made the entire hall hum.
"It's just that Old