Harem of the Dragon Lord Vol.1
Copyright© 2026 by BillMax
Chapter 5
The Shadowveil Order was the most sinister and feared organization in the underworld. It was said to have over a thousand disciples, each one a villain capable of unspeakable crimes.
The Shadowveil Order and the Eternal Healers Order had a long, bitter history. Ethan had once heard from his third master — the Grandmaster of the Eternal Healers Order — that the founders of both orders had been martial brothers. One chose the path of healing and benevolence, while the other embraced poison and malice.
Even if this impostor hadn’t helped the Voss family create the Fortune Siphon Amulet or tried to trick Serena, Ethan would have killed him anyway. His third master had given a clear order long ago: any member of the Shadowveil Order who crossed his path was to be eliminated on sight.
After hearing the old man’s threat, Ethan sneered. “The Voss family’s Fortune Siphon Amulet has already been destroyed by me. You should know that when a cursed artifact is shattered, its creator cannot escape the consequences. Today is your doomsday.”
Master Harlan Graves sneered with disdain. Although the beggar was technically correct — destroying an artifact bound to someone would trigger backlash on both the user and the maker — he simply didn’t believe this street rat had the power to destroy it.
Then his phone suddenly rang.
Graves glanced at the caller ID, his brows tightening. The moment he answered, his face drained of all color. The phone slipped from his hand and clattered to the ground.
“Master, are you ... alright?” Dr. Damian Crowe asked anxiously.
Graves snapped back to reality. His eyes burned with murderous hatred as he stared at Ethan. “You filthy beggar! You actually destroyed my artifact! Good ... very good. Now I have even more reason to kill you!”
“You?” Ethan said coldly. “A mere Profound-level cultivator like you dares to act arrogant in front of me? You don’t know the meaning of death.”
BOOM!
A wave of shock hit Graves. This beggar could tell my cultivation level with a single glance? That means his own power is at least one realm higher ... Could he already be at Earth-level?
Suddenly he remembered how the young man had also instantly identified the Shadowstar Venom he had used on Serena’s mother. Something is very wrong. This kid is definitely not an ordinary beggar.
“Who the hell are you?” Graves asked in a low, wary voice.
“The one who’s going to send you to the afterlife,” Ethan replied flatly.
Graves flew into a rage. “F•©k! Kid, I’ll have you know I’m a Hall Master of the Tenth Hall in the Shadowveil Order — unmatched in the art of poison! I already poisoned you the moment you appeared!”
The Shadowveil Order was divided into ten halls, modeled after the Ten Halls of Hell.
Ethan simply sneered. “Those pathetic poisoning tricks? You dare show them off in front of me? I’m immune to all poisons.”
“Impossible!” Graves roared. “There’s only one person in this world who is truly immune to all poisons — the Dragon Lord himself, who stands above the clouds!”
Damian Crowe grew impatient. “Master, why are you wasting words on this trash? Just kill him! Even if he isn’t poisoned, with your cultivation you could crush him with one finger!”
Ethan suddenly looked at Graves with a faint, dangerous smile.
Graves stared back. A moment later, his entire body began to tremble violently. His eyes bulged like copper bells and his face turned deathly pale, as if he had seen a ghost.
“You ... you ... you are...”
Before he could finish, Graves dropped to his knees with a heavy thud and began kowtowing frantically. “I was wrong! I was truly wrong! I beg you, Dragon Lord, please spare this worthless life of mine!”
BOOM!
Damian Crowe’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing — his own master was kneeling and begging before a filthy street rat.
“Master, he’s just a stinking beggar! Why are you afraid of him?!” Damian shouted in disbelief.
“Shut up!” Graves barked.
Ethan looked down at the trembling old man with the same faint smile. “It seems you’ve finally recognized me. You have some skill after all. Unfortunately, you chose to aid evil and harm innocent people. You deserve to die.”
Graves shook like a leaf in a storm, terror gripping his heart completely. He knew exactly who he had offended. This was the Dragon Lord — a man with terrifying backing. Even the Sect Leader of the Shadowveil Order would have to bow his head in front of him.
Damian, however, still didn’t understand. “You’re just a f•©king beggar! Stop pretending! Master, hurry up and kill him!”
Graves shot his disciple a razor-sharp glare and instantly made up his mind. “I ... I am willing to atone for my sins! I only beg you to spare my worthless life!”
“Atone?” Ethan asked with a cold smile. “And how exactly do you plan to do that?”
Damian couldn’t take it anymore. “Stinking beggar, what kind of poison did you use on my master?! Hand over the antidote right now or I’ll kill you!”
The moment the words left his mouth, Graves lunged forward and slammed Damian to the ground. Before Damian could react, a cold dagger appeared in Graves’ hand.
Slash!
A horrifying scream echoed through the corridor as blood sprayed from Damian’s crotch. Graves had castrated him on the spot.
A few seconds later, Damian fainted from the agony. Graves knelt once more before Ethan as if nothing had happened.
Trembling, he said, “It’s all this trash’s fault! If he hadn’t been obsessed with Serena Blake, I would never have poisoned her mother or done any of those despicable things. I’ve already castrated him as punishment. Can you ... can you spare this worthless life of mine?”
Ethan’s expression remained flat. “And what about helping the Voss family forge the Fortune Siphon Amulet?”