He had originally thought that in this world, he could accumulate many good deeds to amalgamate into a golden body of merit, which would then make him invincible.
However, up until now, after all this time, he only managed to accumulate the value of two fingers' worth of good deeds.
Forget about constructing a golden body of merit; he would be content if he could make his hands out of merit someday.
Jiang Xiaobai shook his head to clear his thoughts of these impracticable ideas, then he turned his gaze towards the Song siblings, who were standing there like wooden chickens, with a look of disbelief on their faces. Seeing them, he felt somewhat amused.
What, were they underestimating Mr. Jiang?
If he couldn't defeat even these early-stage Dividing the gods, he Jiang Xiaobai would no longer be suitable to mingle in this world.
He waved his hand in front of them to snap them out of their stupor.
