After all, the threshold for becoming a Demigod was exceedingly high.
It was not something one could reach through rank alone. One had to possess a sufficiently powerful Martial Soul and an equally profound foundation.
So after reaching the Limit Douluo realm...
It became difficult for battles across realms to occur.
And the gap between a Limit Douluo and a Demigod...
Was even far greater than the gap between a Title Douluo and a Limit Douluo.
If not for Long Yeyue possessing two top-tier Martial Souls, they would have been even less likely to suggest that she go.
After all, that would have been sending her to her death.
At that moment, Long Yeyue's face had darkened terribly, her aged features so grim they seemed capable of dripping water.
She had lived for nearly two hundred years, after all. She could still understand the implications behind certain words.
Elder Ye had spoken lightly.
Yet every word had been aimed at her.
Shrek had no Demigods...
But they had her, a Limit Douluo.
Wasn't that just asking her to make a move?!
Long Yeyue then snorted coldly, her tone carrying obvious displeasure and refusal.
"This old woman is Shrek's Supreme Elder, one of Shrek's foundations. How can I act so casually?"
"Do you take this old woman for hired muscle?"
"You expect me to go just because you want me to?"
Her words were forceful, making it clear that she did not wish to accept this assignment.
Although she possessed two top-tier Martial Souls and had strength comparable to a Demigod, her opponent might be Qiangu Dongfeng.
That was a Demigod.
A genuine Demigod.
Not someone a Limit Douluo like her, who had only barely touched the threshold of Demigodhood through Twin Martial Souls, could handle.
She might have been proud,