During the conversation, the remnants of the explosion scattered, and Zhang Weiyu finally saw that the rabbit's head had acquired a pot!
To be precise, it was a furnace, and that furnace was stuck on the rabbit's head. His punch had just landed on that pot, and as a result, the pot didn't break, but his fist was a little sore!
"What are you looking at? If you're not convinced, throw another punch!" the Eight Trigrams Furnace taunted.
The Eight Trigrams Furnace was absolutely confident in its own hardness. What it truly feared was having its mind and soul destroyed. After all, its durability had been tested through countless sessions of alchemy and artifact refining. And it had been personally verified by none other than the Sage Lord Laozi, so its confidence was rock-solid. However, as far as the mind and soul were concerned, in the face of severely lacking combat experience, it felt insecure.