"Xia Ruize, why didn't you put the Dao Tribulation cores into your body? Then you could shine just as arrogantly as Lord Hua!" I couldn't help saying.
Xia Ruize put his hand to his mouth, his eyes widening like cowbells. "Yitian, big brother wanted to, too, but big brother couldn't do it! Think about it—the Dao Tribulation wasn't something you could activate by extracting your own meridians and creating it. With this Nameless Dao Art, big brother extracted the meridians of the Dao-Proving Heaven and used my own Nameless Dao Art to circulate and create Dao Tribulations. Ultimately, these are still the Dao Tribulations of the Dao-Proving Immortals, merely under my control. If I put them into my own body, it wouldn't just be a matter of rejection. The moment even one entered, it would want to eat me alive. So either I draw out their power through tools, or I use it externally. If I put that many into myself, it'd be like keeping a pack of starving tigers right beside me!"
"Heh heh. Makes sense. Thanks for clearing that up. But after extracting Dao Tribulations from so many Dao-Proving Immortals, don't they hate you?" I watched Lord Hua toy with and manipulate the Realm of Inability, seemingly trying to decipher it. For a moment, I didn't know whether I should keep fighting for it. After all, everyone had seen that overwhelming, absolute strength and no one dared move.
"Do they hate me? How could big brother care about so much? Besides, extracting a little of their Dao Tribulations was no different from plucking a single hair from them. It was just like getting bitten by a mosquito—would they really come down and pick a fight with big brother over it? Hee hee..." Xia Ruize was indeed exceedingly sly,