When the Tribulation's Luck Ran Out, Retribution Would Come

The jeweled carriage passed by Shui Yinghui. A hand pulled her up, and Shui Yinghui flew into the air before landing atop the carriage.

The one who had reached out to pull her up was Fang Zhuzhi.

Shui Yinghui snorted. She was not truly convinced by Fang Zhuzhi.

In her view, Fang Zhuzhi had become the First Immortal through luck, not through his own cultivation and aptitude. If not for the restriction that no one else could become immortal before the First Immortal had done so, she would have become a True Immortal long ago.

Fang Zhuzhi had saved her life, and she was deeply grateful for that. But gratitude was gratitude; unwillingness to submit was still unwillingness to submit.

As she lay unable to rise, she looked up at those six strange old men. She saw them blowing their beards and glaring, yet they did not make a move. Instead, they needed Fang Zhuzhi and the others to protect them, leaving her greatly puzzled.

"What are these old fogies? Their skills are poor, but their tempers are huge. I could beat six old men like this with one hand!"

Fang Zhuzhi drove the carriage, leading Gou Chen's immortal generals in a furious charge until they reached Immortal Lord Song. Immortal Lord Song had originally been desperately resisting Heavenly Prison Lord's crushing pressure. He was just about to be pressed to death or hacked into mush by the flooding Immortal Court experts when, at that moment, the pressure suddenly lightened.

Then Fang Zhuzhi rescued him, and he landed on the jeweled carriage.

Immortal Lord Song was both startled and suspicious. He had seen this jeweled carriage before—it was the Immortal Empress's carriage, called the Imperial Carriage.

"Didn't the Immortal Empress become a rebel? Could it be that the Immortal Empress