The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 1196: If I Don’t Die, Don’t Think of Succeeding!

Chapter 1196: Chapter 1196: If I Don’t Die, Don’t Think of Succeeding!

Speaking of this, Cristopher Hopkins’s tone clearly contained uncontrollable anger.

Regardless of who it was, being dismembered and suppressed for ten thousand years, the feeling definitely wouldn’t be pleasant, and one’s heart would be filled with endless resentment and rage.

If he hadn’t yet resurrected and lacked the necessary strength, perhaps Cristopher Hopkins would have already charged forward.

"Maggie Fitzgerald, my father will definitely kill you!"

Maggie Fitzgerald laughed heartily, "Your father? You’ve been suppressed for too long, too many changes have occurred over thousands of years, do you think it’s still the past? Not to mention that he won’t know about this, even if he did, he wouldn’t dare to kill me, I’m no longer the weakling I used to be!"

Cristopher Hopkins said gravely, "It doesn’t matter, one day, I will personally kill you!"

"With just you?"

Maggie Fitzgerald burst into loud laughter, her laughter was rather manic, like a bewitching madwoman, "Do you think you’re lucky to have reclaimed part of your body and have the strength to challenge me? You’re still far from it. Today, I will thrust you back into Hell again, to suppress you permanently, never to turn over."

Cristopher Hopkins’s voice was cold, "Then come and try."

Maggie Fitzgerald raised her hand, and a zither appeared before her, taunting, "How pathetic, not even possessing a weapon, are you planning to withstand my Winter Thunder Zither with bare hands?"

Cristopher Hopkins coldly replied, "You’re nothing but a Lower Realm Primordial Spirit Incarnation, not even a true form, what qualification do you have to be arrogant in front of me? Have you forgotten how you once knelt on the ground, pleading bitterly with me?"

Golden light suddenly violently shook on Maggie Fitzgerald’s body, displaying her inner turmoil, and her voice suddenly became shrill.

"Impudence! I will tear your mouth apart later!"

Maggie Fitzgerald suddenly played the zither, the sky changed dramatically, within hundreds of miles winds howled, and thick clouds rapidly gathered, forming an impenetrable heavy cloud.

Carson Flores watched this scene, his heart suddenly numbed, it was too powerful.

This resembled the stance of undergoing Tribulation Lightning.

She had just started playing!

Winter thunder?

It seems this magical treasure could harness the power of thunder.

Cristopher Hopkins’s expression grew solemn, he clenched his fist and hurled it towards Maggie Fitzgerald, the heavens and earth roared, space seemed to collapse suddenly, immense pressure instantly bombarded Maggie Fitzgerald.

Maggie Fitzgerald played her zither, the sound of the zither suddenly rang out, carrying a hurried and sharp killing tune, and with the sound of the zither, an invisible wave instantly traversed space and collided directly with Cristopher Hopkins’s fistic force.

"Boom!"

A fierce explosion, a nearby mountain, simply because it was too close, directly shattered.

The blast wave swept through, innumerable towering trees instantly broke, shattered, then turned into debris, swirling away.

Carson Flores knew something was wrong, he quickly ran a great distance.

Looking at this terrifying impact, Carson Flores was shocked.

Is this the power of an Immortal?

Since Carson Flores knew Cristopher Hopkins, Cristopher Hopkins had taken action many times, but Carson Flores didn’t know her limits, now he finally understood the difference between an Immortal and a human.

She hasn’t even resurrected yet, probably only exerting a little over ten percent of her original strength, and yet she possesses such might!

"Is this all your power, haha, Alfred Weaver, you’re not capable!"

Cristopher Hopkins Immortal’s surname is Weaver?

Carson Flores’s point of focus slipped a bit, then he became anxious again.

That strike just now seemed evenly matched, but listening to Maggie Fitzgerald, it sounded like Cristopher Hopkins was significantly weaker.

Cristopher Hopkins didn’t respond, but launched another attack.

The sound of the zither rang out once again, at the same time, in the thick clouds, lightning flickered, a bolt of lightning shot directly towards Cristopher Hopkins.

A combined attack!

Cristopher Hopkins indeed suffered, his Primordial Spirit was directly blown away, the light on his Primordial Spirit dimmed a bit.

"Alfred Weaver, with your fractured body and no weapon, how can you fight me!"

Maggie Fitzgerald’s voice was shrill, filled with arrogance and triumph, clearly, seeing Cristopher Hopkins’s current plight brought her great pleasure.

"Last time you slipped away, this time, you can’t run, and I’ve come prepared, I will take you back to the Immortal Realm, and suppress your head, body, and hands at my dwelling, so I can always see you."

"As long as I live, you’ll never succeed."

Cristopher Hopkins was at a disadvantage!

Carson Flores was anxious, wanting to help but unsure how, after all, his Emperor Seal, magical treasures and the like probably wouldn’t affect Maggie Fitzgerald, considering Immortals use Immortal Artifacts activated by Immortal Spiritual Force... wait, Immortal Artifact?

Carson Flores’s mind jolted, suddenly remembering something, hadn’t he obtained a Giant Sword in the True Dragon Secret Realm?

That Giant Sword was used to suppress the True Dragon Soul; after much research, Carson Flores and the others realized that to wield this sword, one must infuse Immortal Spiritual Force, simply put, only Immortals could use it, Cultivators couldn’t.

Isn’t Cristopher Hopkins an Immortal?

Although Carson Flores wasn’t sure what level of magical treasure this Eight Desolations Dragon Suppression Sword was, it was ultimately a weapon Immortals could use, surely better than being unarmed.