When he thought of his humiliation and the soon-to-be sorry state of the human race, the Poluo Behemeoth ancestor was extremely excited. He couldn't wait to kill Chu Feng. Was there a risk in doing so? None at all. Killing Chu Feng was just a matter of convenience. No matter how strong the boy was, no matter how many trump cards he had, he was still merely a king-level Beastmaster. He couldn't withstand the attacks of the totem that he was.
As a totem, it would be a piece of cake for him to kill Chu Feng. He didn't know what went wrong in Chu Feng's brain for him to just stand there and appear in front of him like a madman, but the Poluo Behemoth ancestor's heart was about to jump out of his chest from the excitement. The opportunity to kill Chu Feng was right in front of him. His eyeballs were about to pop out, and the corners of his mouth curled up at a crazy angle.
