The one hosting Huang Xiaolong's match at ring number six was a core disciple named Zhang Yang. Zhang Yang shouted, "Please, Barbarian God Sect's Huang Xiaolong, Primordial Dragon Sect's Yang Liming, come up on stage!"
As Zhang Yang's voice fell, all the surrounding experts from various sects suddenly turned their attention here, even those from distant rings, like Zhou Xu, Luo Yunjie, Tan Lin, who had yet to compete, all looked over.
Huang Xiaolong rose from the ground and landed on the ring; however, Yang Liming remained standing beneath the ring, unmoving.
He bowed his head, deep in thought, maybe he hadn't heard Zhang Yang?
Seeing this, Zhang Yang had no choice but shout again, "Please, Primordial Dragon Sect's Yang Liming come up on stage!"
Only then did Yang Liming snap out of his reverie, raising his head, he realized everyone around him was looking at him with peculiar gazes, feeling a sense of embarrassment, he hesitated for a moment before flying to the ring.
