questioning my authority..."Chen Ping said calmly."Mr. Chen…" Zhao Wuji turned his head to look at Chen Ping."What Are you afraid I can't beat him" Chen Ping smiled faintly."No, no, no. Don't even me...and Chen Ping's Demon-drawing Whip, carrying the demonic race's most scorching fire, arrived in front of the demon cultivator in an instant!...snap....A sharp sound rang out, and the burning flames on...