The Fortune-Telling Heiress

Chapter 390

Avery relaxed his clenched fist, slowly closing his eyes as he smiled at the sky. "I've said it before. This is my first marriage in a thousand years.'

Suddenly, he opened his eyes wide. "You're all going to die!"

Avery's powerful wave of negative energy erupted, surging toward the attacking crowd.

Everyone was violently thrown back, crashing hard to the ground.

Madison turned swiftly, lifting the veil from her face and swinging the bronze sword toward Avery.

Avery sidestepped, dodging her strike. He was on the high platform in a flash, looking down at the gathered crowd.

His gaze swept across them, finally landing on Madison. "It seems you're not very interested in completing this ceremony."

With a flick of her wrist, Madison enveloped the sword blade in spiritual energy. "Not really."

"Don't you want to know how to break the divine talismans?"

Madison tilted her head to meet his gaze. "If I capture you, I'll find plenty of ways to make you talk."

in Avery's eyes. "Interesting! Do you really think you can capture me? A bunch of novice cultivators and a group of powerless mortals? Madison, you underestimate me far too much." Madison couldn't help but laugh.

that moment, the fallen Erwin shouted,

other cultivators quickly

"Formation!"

in seals, and beams of golden light radiated from beneath their feet, shooting toward the sky. "Binding

and burst into laughter. "Do you really think this formation can trap me? I can

powerful cultivator cast it, but what

A 15-minute trap?

instant is all

responded loudly, "It's all

pushing heavy

loud firing sound, the deafening roar of

echoed, and inside the veil, negative energy

sword tightly, and everyone watched intently

the cultivators maintaining the formation coughed up a mouthful of black blood.

light intertwined with the shadows. Amidst the haze, the sound of clashing metal

each other as they emerged. "How did this attack not kill him?" Logan furrowed his

minutes

have obliterated any ordinary person to mere dust and bones. But this Ghost King still

"Can Madison handle this?"