The owner of that foot was about six or seven stories tall.

With a green face and fangs, his entire body was covered in green skin, exuding a rich aura of death.

His two eyes, like two yellow moons, stared intently at Qiao Yu.

On the ground beside him, magma churned incessantly, and the scorching heat swept over him.

Just being stared at by those eyes made Qiao Yu feel somewhat suffocated.

It had been a long time since he had felt such complete suppression in terms of strength. What kind of monster was this giant in front of him?

At that moment, the giant slowly lowered his massive head and began to speak!

The very air stirred by his voice forced Qiao Yu to circulate his power just to barely stand his ground.

"You have the aura of the Netherworld on you. Why has someone from the Netherworld entered the world of the dead?"

His voice rumbled like thunder, shaking Qiao Yu's mind.

"Big brother, would you believe me if I said I was dragged in here?" Qiao Yu's smile was more like a grimace.

The giant frowned, then raised his hand and pressed down towards Qiao Yu.

Qiao Yu's Youming Rakshasa body activated on its own, followed by the spontaneous eruption of Netherworld Fire and Ghostly Azure Flame. The Zhulong Yanyue Blade's Zhujiu Yin also burst forth automatically.

Immediately afterward, the undead space within Qiao Yu also opened a gate on its own.

Qiao Yu was unable to offer any resistance, and almost all of his secrets were exposed to this giant, causing him to feel a deep sense of horror.

Just what was this giant's strength? If he wanted to kill him, he probably wouldn't even have the slightest chance to resist.

Looking at the things surging from Qiao Yu's body, the giant let out a soft "Eh?"

"The power of the undead, the power of the Netherworld, the power of the dragon race... Your composition is quite complex."

After the giant finished speaking, he slightly raised his head.

"There's something in here."

He stretched out his large hand and directly grabbed the Scholar Ghost hiding within the undead space.

The Scholar Ghost looked terrified, forced a wry smile, and begged for mercy.

"Big brother, you're a corpse, I'm a ghost, we're both undead at heart. Corpse and ghost are one family, let's talk this over."

The giant stared intently at the Scholar Ghost, his face devoid of any expression, while the Scholar Ghost trembled.

"Big brother, since you corpse and ghosts are one family, why don't you two get intimate? I'm a living person, can you let me go? I promise I won't come back next time!"

The Scholar Ghost trembled upon hearing Qiao Yu's words, then gave Qiao Yu a resentful look.

But faced with the pleas of Qiao Yu and the Scholar Ghost, the giant remained unmoved, simply standing silently in place.

After a long while, the giant finally spoke to Qiao Yu.

"Has no one told you that people from the Netherworld are forbidden from entering the world of the dead?"

"Huh? No," Qiao Yu said, looking completely bewildered. He really didn't know there was such a rule.

"The world of the dead does not belong to the living, nor does it belong to the dead. It is a world belonging to the undead who possess immense obsessions and refuse to die."

"Those from the Netherworld who enter this place will be regarded as a provocation."

"Those who provoke shall be killed without mercy."

The giant's words were calm, but Qiao Yu couldn't help but feel a strong sense of palpitations.

Then, his eyes began to become firm.

"No! This giant brother, listen to me! I'm actually not from the Netherworld."

A touch of sorrow appeared in Qiao Yu's determined gaze. To prevent the giant from not seeing it, a tear slid from the corner of his eye.

"Not only am I not from the Netherworld, but I have an irreconcilable hatred with the Netherworld! One day, I will overthrow the Netherworld and twist off Hades' head to use as a chamber pot!"

Qiao Yu raised his arm and shouted, his words powerful and resounding.

Even the giant's green face couldn't help but flash with a hint of surprise.

"If that's the case, then why do you possess the power of the Netherworld, and even the Netherworld Fire?"

"Giant brother, you wouldn't understand!"

Qiao Yu waved his hand.

"There's an old saying in my hometown, 'Learn the barbarians' superior techniques to defeat the barbarians.' The ancients also said, 'Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated.'"

"You have to admit that the Netherworld is very powerful, right?"

The giant was stunned for a moment, then slowly nodded.

"Right! The Netherworld is so powerful, if I want to overthrow them, shouldn't I understand and master their power? That way, I can find their weaknesses?"

The giant was stunned again for a while, then nodded again.

"So! Although I have the power of the Netherworld, I can't really be considered a person from the Netherworld. On the contrary, I am the enemy of the Netherworld! Which person from the Netherworld would dare to scold Hades, don't you think?"

Qiao Yu's gaze was firm and powerful, as if he really had an irreconcilable hatred with the entire Netherworld.

The giant reached out and scratched his head, then nodded again and again.

He had been sleeping in the core of this world of the dead for too long, and Qiao Yu's sophistry had completely confused him.

"If you don't believe me, giant brother, I can scold him again. The King of Hell is a big *sha bi*! I wish him to choke on cold water, get hit by a car when he goes out, trip when he goes downstairs, and see his wife playing poker with five men when he gets home!"

Qiao Yu's firm and powerful output completely dispelled the giant's doubts.

That's right, how could a person from the Netherworld dare to insult the King of Hell?

The King of Hell, Hades, was the true master of the Netherworld, a supreme king.

Any person from the Netherworld would definitely regard Hades as their faith, so how could they possibly insult him?

Seeing the murderous intent in the giant's eyes disappear, Qiao Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself.

Damn it, that was close. It's a good thing that the so-called King of Hell, Hades, couldn't hear him scolding him, otherwise he would definitely be dead no matter what today.

What Qiao Yu didn't notice was that the Scholar Ghost being held in the giant's hand already had a face as black as a rag.

"By the way, giant brother, what's your name? What should I call you?"

Qiao Yu realized that this giant's brain wasn't working too well, so he took the opportunity to try and get closer to him.

"Me? I don't know what my name is. They all call me Corpse God," the giant said, scratching his head.

Qiao Yu gasped, feeling a bit of a toothache.

Corpse God?

What kind of existence could bear the title of "God"?

The only god he had ever seen was Hermes, and even in his sealed state, his strength was as unfathomable as a black hole.

Even if this giant Corpse God wasn't as good as Hermes, his strength must be terrifyingly powerful.

But Qiao Yu's eyes quickly darted around, and a glint flashed in the depths of his eyes.

A giant Corpse God with boundless strength but a not-so-normal intellect seemed like he might be worth something?

If he could find a way to trick this big guy, wouldn't he be able to walk sideways in the world of the dead?