Fall: Rebirth

In the end, Jin Peng was defeated like a defeated rooster. She fell to the ground in disgrace, looking at Jin Ran with resentment on her face, and said in disbelief: "Impossible, how could you improve so quickly?"

At this moment, all the clansmen in the hall were amazed at Jin Ran's strength. For a moment, the quiet hall was like a boiling pot, with bursts of noisy discussions.

Even Jin Ming, who was sitting in the hall, was secretly wondering why Jin Ran's progress was so rapid that he could injure Jin Peng so badly in just a few rounds.

At this time, Jin Ran put away the Star-Destroying Wheel, her eyes were as cold as ice, and she walked firmly, step by step, towards Jin Peng on the ground.

Jin Ran walked up to Jin Peng, looking down at her with no mercy in her eyes, and said coldly: "If I were you, I would not humiliate myself. You couldn't even pass the selection of the Immortal Realm, but I not only passed the selection of the Immortal Realm easily, but also the selection of the God Realm was as easy as taking something from a sack. Haven't you ever thought that there is a huge difference in strength between you and me?"

"No, this is impossible." Jin Peng still refused to believe that he would lose so miserably.

"Impossible?" Jin Ran sneered, her tone full of disdain, "Then I will tell you another fact that will make you give up. Not only did I pass the selection of the God Realm, but I also achieved outstanding results and ranked among the top."

"What?" Jin Peng showed a surprised expression on his face, "There are thousands of disciples participating in the selection test."

"Now you know that there are thousands of disciples taking part in the selection exam? What do you think you have to compare with me?" Jin Ran thought Jin Peng was really ridiculous. She even dared to show off her insignificant magic.

Jin Peng covered her chest, her face as pale as paper. She looked at Jin Ran and asked in a trembling voice, "So you have been hiding your strength all along."

"Hide?" A trace of mocking smile flashed across Jin Ran's face. "You must be dreaming, right? I'm just too lazy to fight with you."

Jin Peng's expression at this moment was as if she had lost her parents, and she could no longer utter a word.

Seeing Jin Peng at this moment, Jin Ran felt extremely happy in her heart. She did not intend to let Jin Peng go, so she continued, "I have another bad news to tell you. My master is not some unknown little god. He is the son of the ancestor god, an ancient god."

After hearing Jin Ran's words, Jin Peng, who was covering his chest, suddenly widened his eyes.

Jin Ming, who was originally leaning against his back, suddenly sat up straight as if he had been electrocuted, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

At this moment, a barely perceptible smile flashed across Jin Ran's face. She lowered her head to look at Jin Peng and continued, "That day, it was the Ancestral God who personally selected a disciple for my master in front of all the gods in the hall. The Shura clan - Jin Ran, this name has long been imprinted in the minds of all the gods."

Jin Peng collapsed to the ground as if struck by lightning, her face full of despair. She finally realized that the gap between her and Jin Ran was growing bigger and bigger.

However, Jin Ming's heart was in turmoil. He originally thought that Jin Ran's master was just an ordinary god, but he never expected that he was the son of the ancestor god.

At this moment, Jin Ran waved his sleeves vigorously, turned around and strode out of the hall with his head held high, feeling extremely refreshed.

She had been holding this anger in for more than six hundred years, and finally she was able to let it out.

When Jin Peng's mother, Hao, heard the news that her daughter was injured, she rushed to Jin Peng's room with a bowl of soup in her hand. However, before she even stepped into the door, she heard the sound of Jin Peng throwing things inside.

Hao hurried into the room and saw Jin Peng sitting on the floor as if she had lost her soul, with her hair in a mess. She hurriedly put the things in her hands on the table, walked forward with a distressed look, and gently stroked Jin Peng's hair.

"Peng'er, what's wrong with you?" Hao asked with concern.

Jin Peng raised his head, tears welling up in his eyes like a flood. "Mom, I lost to Jin Ran. Her strength is unfathomable now. I am no match for her at all..."

Hao comforted her, "Don't be afraid, we still have time. As long as we practice diligently, we will definitely be able to catch up."

Jin Peng shook his head in despair. "But her master is the son of the Ancestral God, an ancient God! How can I compare to him..."

Mrs. Hao was silent for a moment. She knew that what Jin Peng said was true, but she really couldn't bear to see her daughter so depressed.

"Peng'er, everyone has his or her own opportunity. You don't have to compare yourself with Jin Ran, just do your best. What's more, Jin Ran is becoming more and more powerful, which is more beneficial to the family. We should work together for the prosperity of the family." Hao said earnestly.

Jin Peng was filled with resentment: "Why can she always easily have the best things? Why can't I compete with her even if I try my best..."

Jin Peng clenched her fists at this time, thinking that she would never let it go like this.