According to the original description, White Walkers were master swordsmen, and the longswords in their hands were forged with magic, cold enough to freeze and shatter everything except Dragon Glass and Valyrian Steel.
However, what he faced now was no ordinary object, but an energy weapon formed through magnetic confinement.
Before the red light, the magic imbued in the crystalline ice sword could not function at all.
With a single thrust, the frigid longsword shattered like glass. The red light continued unabated, slicing past the White Walker and sending the right arm holding the ice sword flying into the air. His body lost balance as well, and he hit the ground with a thud.
At the same time, the streaking azure light abruptly came to a halt, revealing Zhang Bao's tall and imposing figure.
He turned around, holding a red energy serpent spear. His dark eyes looked through the visor at the one-armed White Walker on the ground, and he muttered in surprise:
"This guy seems a little weak!"
"Not just seems!"
A streak of azure light descended from the sky and landed before the White Walker. The Dragon Blade in Guan Xing's hand bloomed like a lotus flower, flashing several times as it severed the White Walker's remaining arm and both legs. Then he said calmly:
"Other than their racial magic and ability to raise the dead, White Walkers are merely slightly stronger mortals!"
"If not for Your Majesty's order to capture him alive, killing them would be effortless for us brothers!"
"Then what do we do now?" Zhang Bao strode over, glancing at the icy blue blood flowing from the severed limbs. "Should we stop his bleeding first?"
"No need."
Guan Xing crouched down and stared directly into those still icy, indifferent eyes. "As far as I know,