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?"