The Eighteen Stars of Nocturnal Disaster

This short-haired Monastic had a higher level of cultivation than Xia Fei, and at the moment, he was also in the most advantageous spot of this room. Xia Fei would have to face his attack head-on first if he wished to escape through the dumbwaiter or the stairs.

If he decided to risk it all and jumped out the window, he would likely end up trapped by the hundreds of guards manning this place. There might even be control or speed ability users among the personnel, so the danger he would be in could be no lesser than facing this short-haired Monastic.

Without realizing it, Xia Fei had actually been forced into such a quandary, caught between a rock and hard place.

Suddenly, a slightly strange smile could be seen on his face. His finger furtively tapped his spatial ring and took something out.

There was a massive change in the expression of the Monastic. Placing his two hands before his chest, he asked in his deep voice, "What's that you're holding there?"