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."

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. "Avery, it's

that moment, the fallen Erwin shouted, "Ms. Locke,

the other cultivators quickly positioned themselves in their respective

"Formation!"

at various positions joined their hands in seals, and beams of golden

laughter. "Do you really think this formation can trap me? I can break free

if a powerful cultivator cast it, but what

A 15-minute trap?

all we need!

loudly,

pushing

deafening roar of cannon fire

boom echoed, and inside the veil,

and everyone watched intently at

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

intertwined with the shadows. Amidst the haze, the sound

emerged. "How did this

full minutes

dust and bones. But this Ghost King still had

"Can Madison handle this?"