That terrifying, overwhelming pressure made him as helpless as a fat wild rabbit before the king of the mountains.
His courage crumbled, his mental will shattered beneath it, and even the power he had only just absorbed showed faint signs of agitation and dissipation, sending Zhang Zhichong's situation into a steep decline.
Though Transferring Flowers and Grafting Trees was a divine technique that could absorb power of the same origin without the slightest obstruction, without any clashing of power or difficulty in wielding it.
That all rested on one prerequisite: a sufficiently powerful mental will, capable of suppressing that power.
What Zhang Zhichong had received was the Blood Qi and true qi of five Innate Realm Warriors. This naturally deepened his foundation, and his mind had also risen sharply in an extremely short time due to that excessively formidable foundation. In truth, this had already been somewhat unstable.
Zhang Zhichong's conceit, arrogance, and disdain for Meng Zhao were all negative effects brought about by the sudden surge in his mind.
Originally, he could have relied on his own martial wisdom to suppress those adverse effects, then sought an opportunity in the future to thoroughly and completely absorb that power for his own use, wielding it as easily as an arm.
But Meng Zhao's tyrannical punch had forcefully branded a deep mark upon his heart. A crack had formed in his mind, his mental will had collapsed in one blow, and thus his power showed signs of erupting into turmoil.
It was like something had gone wrong with the brain—the center controlling the body had failed, so naturally the body itself failed as well.
"Not good! Suppress it!"
Zhang Zhichong's expression turned ugly. He raised his arms across his body and pressed his two fingers together before his chest. Drawing upon