Jin Xu's expression was serene as he glanced at the light screen above the chessboard.
Seeing the clear display of "Black wins, White loses,"
he lightly clenched his right hand, extinguishing the strand of golden thunderbolt within it.
During his previous breakthrough, the little Taoist had sensed that he could summon the Hand Palm Thunder out of thin air, rather than being constrained to only condensing it in his palm.
Thus, with a thought, he realized he could combine this method with his exceptionally strong Spiritual Sense to strike wherever he pointed.
And so, the move "Hand Palm Thunder - Heavenly Flying Immortal Edition" came into being.
"Looking at the results so far, it seems quite good. It's just that the first time I used it, I gathered a bit too much Spiritual Power. Next time, I could use a little less,"
Jin Xu mused silently within as he stepped away from the chessboard.
The cultivators of the black side reacted differently upon seeing the little Taoist leave.