Before Chen Wei could think it through, Sun Wukong lost patience and shouted, "You dare play tricks before Old Sun! Take a blast from my Fiery Golden Eyes!"
With that, the Great Sage opened his eyes wide, two beams of golden light poised to fire.
At the sight, Ao Run was scared out of his wits. Ordinary magical treasures could not expose his true nature, but the Fiery Golden Eyes wielded true fire tempered in the Eight Trigrams Furnace. If those golden beams swept over him, the true forms of all his Nine Clans would be laid bare.
Run!
The Fake Dragon King did not even bother with a parting remark. Turning into a streak of light, he smashed through the Dragon Palace's dome and fled in panic, moving so astonishingly fast that even the Shrimp Soldiers and Crab Generals guarding the gates failed to react. Only a trail of afterimages remained.
As Ao Run fled,
a green glow suddenly rippled beneath the Dragon King's throne, signaling the shattering of a restraining seal.
The moment the seal broke, a graceful figure flashed out from the rear hall.
Ao Cunxin hurried out, abandoning her earlier overbearing manner. She strode up to Chen Wei and bowed gracefully. "Thank you for lending your aid, Lord Chen, and delivering the West Sea from this crisis. I cannot thank you enough."
Before she finished speaking, Sun Wukong stepped squarely between her and Chen Wei.
"Great Sage, you..." Ao Cunxin froze, unsure why this Buddha from Spirit Mountain had suddenly blocked her path.
"Old Sun thought you might be an impostor too!" Sun Wukong curled his lip, then turned and slapped Chen Wei on the shoulder, urging him, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and chase him! Don't let that fake loach get away!"