Rising!
When an Emperor stands, the earth stills.
When an Emperor rises, the sky listens.
When an Emperor moves, the heavens must follow!
Tian Taizong's standing momentum was slow yet indomitable. Subtly, an exquisite momentum-building Martial Art accumulated within his fleshy body causing every cell in his body to pulse and burn with physical might, every drop of blood seamlessly coalesced into an intricate world-splitting river, and every breath carried the sound of majestic thunder.
The 'false' throne beneath him crumbled into dust. Tian Taizong gazed into the Dark Void. "Seven. Three. Only four left."