Chapter 522: I Really Don't Know How to Write the Word "Death." Why Don't You Teach Me?

"Brat, today is the day you die!" Landon Zeeland's voice brimmed with certainty. When he stared at Stefan Zimmerman, it was like he was already looking at a lamb laid out for slaughter. Stefan curled his lip in disdain. "I honestly can't figure out where you're getting all this confidence from. Oh, right. Don't you people have some Mountain Protection Killing Formation? Is that your backbone?" He beckoned with a taunting flick of his fingers. "Come on. Use your Mountain Protection Killing...