Chapter 58: The Final Secret, Section 3

Li Feng collapsed…
This second-hand warship, picked up by Hei Fa from the Lost Desert, had accompanied him through a journey from nothing to strength. Finally, on this day, in this place of oblivion far from Death Star and far from home, it collapsed…
Six years and seven months—this was the time Li Feng had spent with Hei Fa.
Perhaps among Death Star’s warships, Li Feng could even be considered an antique. But no matter how many times Death Star’s equipment was replaced, Hei Fa never abandoned it. If the armor wasn’t sturdy enough, the Wandering Gang would reinforce it; if its functions weren’t advanced enough, the Prisoners of Hell would work hard to improve them. A series of modifications, a series of enhancements—just to keep this battle-worn warship going a little longer.
But on Death Star, on Blood Wolf, wherever Li Feng appeared, it was the flagship—the mount of the Wolf King!! Even though the warships around it were all stronger, they could only bow in submission before it. This honor wasn’t even granted, nor dared to be claimed, by the Thunder God Fortress, hailed as humanity’s strongest stronghold!!
Because it was Li Feng! It was China’s most powerful heavy assault ship! It was Hei Fa’s mount!!
But today, it still reached the end of its “life.”
This warship that had accompanied Hei Fa through countless battles, this ship that had witnessed his rise from nothing, simply couldn’t hold out against those overwhelming, omnipresent energy beams. Its hull, already scarred from traveling through black holes, couldn’t resist those terrifying beams at all. The barely functional energy shield was no match for these massive beams either.
So in just an instant, Li Feng, like an old general who had fought countless battles, ended up riddled with arrows.
Starting from the bow, Li Feng’s hull gradually disintegrated. Even with the Wandering Gang’s efforts to repair it, nothing could be done. The outer armor cracked bit by bit, with holes as big as buckets appearing everywhere. Fiery balls of fire erupted from these holes, like lava from hell. Around the hull, light was severely distorted, and the energy shield was also collapsing. The deafening roar and intense vibrations made the crew aboard Li Feng feel as if they were sitting on a volcano’s crater.
But…
Despite Li Feng’s dire situation, there wasn’t a sound in the cabin at that moment. Everyone stopped what they were doing and stood quietly. Everyone’s face was calm.
They all knew—Li Feng was done.

No one can revive a warship that has entered a state of disintegration. Nor can anyone save a warship amidst such intense beams of light. From the moment the Emperor Mo’s assassins appeared, Li Feng was doomed to death!

But that doesn’t mean the crew would be afraid. They were only filled with sorrow—just as one would feel sorrow for a veteran who has fought his whole life only to ultimately perish. Li Feng was the warship that had served on the Death Star the longest and had the fewest crew changes. So those on Li Feng at this moment were almost all old men who had followed the Black-Haired One through countless battles. To them, Li Feng was like a home.

“Click.” One crew member stepped away from his post, took out a clean handkerchief, and began wiping his seat. His movements were so meticulous, leaving no hidden corner uncleaned—seats, workbenches, life support systems—every detail was taken care of with precision. His expression was one of reverence, as if he were polishing a sacred statue, gently touching each button as he wiped.

That was his workplace, his battlefield. It had accompanied him for four years, witnessing his transformation from a pirate despised by all to a Blood Wolf warrior. Now, as he walked through the streets of the Death Star, everyone cheered for him instead of spitting at him out of disgust as before. Even his wife, who had left him long ago out of disdain, now cried and begged to return to his side.

Because people saw him as a man—a true man. One who could shield the weak and unleash a sea of punishment on those who offended him.

Every Blood Wolf warrior was a man. And what made them men was this pile of cold steel.

The crew member wiped meticulously. Many others did the same. Almost every crew member on Li Feng was doing the same things. In the distant corridors, the roar of explosions grew louder, yet their faces remained calm.

They were seeing their comrades off on their final journey…

The work was quickly done. Even with thorough cleaning, each person’s workbench was only about one square meter—there was no way to honor them forever. As the crew members straightened up, they noticed that their captain and several leaders had done the same, watching them with utmost solemnity.

“Head, it’s time to go.” The monkey’s voice was hoarse. Li Feng meant something different to him compared to ordinary crew members, as he was well aware of Li Feng’s background, which naturally made him feel more attached to him than most people.
“I know.” The black-haired man nodded silently and stood up from his seat. Soon, a group of strong men gathered behind him. Following his lead, they slowly left the cabin.
Three minutes later, Li Feng’s bridge was engulfed in flames amid a loud explosion. The ship that had accompanied the black-haired man through all his battles in this world slowly sank beneath the onslaught of explosions, eventually crashing onto a mountain range not far from Mirror Lake. After a thunderous roar, a mushroom cloud rose from the mountains, and the ground shook violently, as if in a massive earthquake.
By Mirror Lake, the mastermind behind all this—the young and handsome Moorish emperor—frantically threw away the rose in his hand. A shiny liquid was rapidly melting the rose. If he hadn’t acted quickly, he too would have suffered the same fate.
“Tia, you’re still so cunning.” The Moorish emperor smiled bitterly as he looked at the woman on the stone pillar by the lake. “But don’t you think one loss is enough? Someone like me won’t suffer the same mistake twice.”
“That’s your problem.” The beautiful woman kept her eyes closed, yet it seemed as though she could see the man before her, wearing a look of disdain.
“If you didn’t use the same old tricks every time, I wouldn’t treat you like this. Your Majesty, you’re about to break the agreement again.”
“Damn that agreement!” The Moorish emperor cursed angrily. His handsome face twisted into a feral expression as he reached back.
“Tia, can’t you see? The black-haired man is dead. Dead!! Right in front of you. Killed by my own hand. Haha, hahaha! Didn’t I say I’d give you an unforgettable gift? How about this? Seeing the man you once loved die right before your eyes—isn’t it thrilling? Exciting?”
“How could that be?” Tia’s smile didn’t fade. Faced with the emperor’s provocation, she wasn’t angry, not even slightly perturbed.
“This scene is truly wonderful. Really, Your Majesty. Of all the plays you’ve directed, this is the best. But I feel sorry for you.”
“What do you mean, sorry?” The Moorish emperor seemed certain of victory, smiling calmly.

“Regrettably, some people work hard to stage a play without realizing they have already become actors. By the time they laugh at others, they unknowingly step into Death’s trap.” Hongyan gently twisted her body to find more comfort before answering casually.
But her ease didn’t mean the Moorish Emperor across from her was relaxed. Hearing Hongyan’s words, he was stunned for a moment, then glanced up at the sky as if shocked—only sighing in relief after seeing nothing unusual. He turned back.
“Tia, you’re scaring me again.”
“Oh?” Hongyan remained indifferent.
“Still not giving up?” The Moorish Emperor thought for a while before sitting down by Mirror Lake. “Very well. I’ll explain it to you.”
“You know better than I do what this space is like. It’s already lucky for Blackhair to be able to enter here through the chaotic spaces of the Endless Land. But no matter how strong his warship is, it will surely suffer damage as it passes through countless spatial fragments. This isn’t something technology can fix—it’s governed by the laws of the universe.”
“Fine. Blackhair has arrived, bringing a warship full of wounds. I must admit, he’s truly brave. But in my eyes, that bravery is no different from recklessness. Because I’ve laid down over 300 million dissociation pulse beams in this space, waiting for him to come and die. 300 million dissociation pulse beams—if he still survives, I’ll truly admire him.”
“Dissociation pulse beams? The most powerful weapons that take three hundred years to charge?” Hearing this term, Hongyan was stunned. “Your Majesty, you’re really ambitious.”
“Of course. If I don’t do this, how can I be absolutely sure Blackhair will die before you? After all, his life is extremely valuable.” Satisfied with Hongyan’s surprise, the Moorish Emperor smiled triumphantly. “So now, Blackhair is dead. According to our agreement, you’ll become my woman. Hongyan, may I call you by that name now?”
At these words, the Moorish Emperor couldn’t contain his triumph any longer and burst into loud laughter. His unrestrained laughter spread rapidly, shaking the grass around him. After waiting for ten thousand years, his wish had finally come true—how could his joy be described in mere words?
Yet, he probably never imagined that even at this moment, the woman across from him still hadn’t given up. Facing his arrogant smile, Hongyan suddenly flashed a mysterious smile.

“If, I mean just if… my Majesty. What if you found that the black-haired one isn’t dead yet and has come behind you, ready to break your neck at any moment? Would you still be so happy?”
“!!!!”
The Emperor Moore’s eyes widened instantly, as if he had seen the most incredible thing.