Although Ye Lei's skull skill did not possess tremendous destructive power, its most outstanding ability was that the instant a Soul Skill was unleashed, it could forcibly freeze the flow of time and space around him. No matter the opponent's level, even a Soul Skill being charged would be forcibly interrupted.
Night Douluo's disadvantage was that he did not know all of Ye Lei's abilities. And if they were comparing Soul Bones alone, he would absolutely be the one getting suppressed. Although he also had a full set of Soul Bones, their quality was far inferior to Ye Lei's Soul Bones.
Furthermore, he only had three Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Bones. Though four of his Soul Rings were hundred-thousand-year Soul Rings, logically speaking, he should also have possessed four Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Bones. However, the age of his sixth Soul Ring was greatly inflated. It had been forcibly stacked up to a hundred thousand years entirely through slaughter.
Nor could he cultivate all six Soul Bones into Soul Bone Armor like Ye Lei. Still, he had the foundation of over four hundred years of life. If he could not even defeat a brat in his twenties, then he might as well die.
Night Douluo fiercely swept the long halberd in his hand across the front of him, instantly widening the distance between himself and Ye Lei. Then black mist began to billow from his entire body.
"Let's see whether you can take this old man's Eighth Soul Skill head-on!"
"Eighth Soul Skill, Dark Night Firmament's Thousand Dragon Roar!"
With lightning speed, Night Douluo shot into the air. The Night Blood Demon Halberd in his hand flew skyward in an instant. In the blink of an eye, dark clouds filled the sky, thunder rumbled, and lightning flashed. Standing on the ground, Ye Lei watched