Some people might say that immortal-level powerhouses had lived for a long time, possessed steady temperaments, and would not care about insults.
Bullshit.
The higher one's status and the nobler one's identity, the less they could endure mockery from others.
If you cursed a beggar or some common street dweller, they might refrain from responding to avoid trouble. But if you cursed an emperor, just see whether your family tree could still be preserved.
The same applied here. Immortals considered their status noble, believed they deserved reverence and respect, and instead cared deeply about their pride.
They had already become immortals—why would they still act like cowardly turtles hiding their heads? What was the point of becoming immortal then?
The Two-Headed Spirit Snake's killing intent surged, and it was furious.
It knew Yue Liuying was deliberately provoking it.
Her purpose was simple: she wanted it to keep raising the bid.
The value of three thousand Immortal Dao Balls had already exceeded the Ancient Origin Immortal Grass's actual worth. If it kept raising the price, it would definitely lose out.
But if it did not raise the bid, it would lose face before everyone. It would no longer be able to show itself in Blood Region City, and would be mocked everywhere it went.
"Three thousand and one Immortal Dao Balls."
The Two-Headed Spirit Snake did not dare raise the price too much, afraid that Yue Liuying would stop bidding and leave it holding the bag.
It could not squander the resources it had accumulated through blood, sweat, and struggle over a momentary fit of rage.
Yet it also could not refuse to protect the price and lose face because of it.
Yue Liuying sneered. "That increase of yours is even smaller than the thing other men put into your dao