Guo Fu was ultimately not as skilled in martial arts as Yang Guo, although she initially had some advantage with the Divine Weapon.
But after only a few exchanges, she was hit on the arm, and the Ziwei Soft Sword in her hand fell to the ground.
Even so, she did not want to let Yang Guo go. Instead, her arm was hurt again, further fueling her anger. She screamed and grabbed a dish from a nearby table, hurling it at Yang Guo.
This caused quite a messy scene for Yang Guo.
Various dishes covered his celebratory attire.
His hair had some soup slowly dripping down.
Some of it dripped onto Yang Guo's face, sliding down his chin, landing on the ground with a splash.
"Guo Fu!!"
Yang Guo's face was livid, his expression dark as if about to burst into tears. On such a joyous wedding day, Guo Fu caused such chaos, and he was on the verge of cracking!
"Ah!"
Guo Fu continued her assault.
