"You think Konoha surviving three great ninja wars was your achievement?"
"Forgive my bluntness, but even a dog in your position would have done better than you."
The instant Wang Ming's words fell, everyone present who could hear them felt that he had gone too far.
Hiruzen Sarutobi might have been a hundred thousand miles behind the First Hokage in combat strength, separated from the Second Hokage by heaven and earth in talent and aptitude, and far inferior to the Fourth Hokage in prestige and popular support—but even if he had no merit, he had still put in hard work!
"Cough, cough! Setsuna!"
"Isn't that a bit too harsh? Even if Monkey was somewhat mediocre, you can't say that replacing him with a dog would have been better!" Hashirama Senju coughed lightly, feeling that such a complete rejection of Hiruzen Sarutobi was somewhat inappropriate.
Although Tobirama Senju had trained Konoha's F4, they had not been his students alone. They had been students of both Tobirama Senju and Hashirama Senju. Hashirama instinctively defended them a little. After all, he did not possess Tobirama's convenient sensory abilities and knew little about Konoha's situation.
After hearing his elder brother's words, Tobirama wanted to explain, but ultimately chose silence.
Madara Uchiha had died later than either of the Senju brothers and knew exactly what Hiruzen Sarutobi had done. He folded his arms, a mocking smile hanging on his face throughout.
"Th-that's right, shameless Old Man Setsuna—"
Seeing Hashirama Senju speak for him, Hiruzen Sarutobi immediately wanted to defend himself. He knew perfectly well that if Wang Ming kept talking, not only would his body die today, even his reputation might not survive. But the moment he opened his mouth, the gravity crushing his body intensified.
Wang Ming chuckled. "I'm not slandering you at all."